{Sonnet Sunday} Shakespeare XIX

{my Moleskine}

 

Oh Sunday, glorious Sunday... Definetely a time for rest as I just uploaded a third of my MA Thesis to my counsellor yesterday and I am quite exhausted. Writing about colonialism and the power and abuse of language is surprisingly tough. It baffles me how indifferent and evil people have been to eachother, and so many of the aspects are even more saddening still issues which we deal with today.

 

So now I need a day of peace and quiet, sipping tea and perhaps treating myself to a little sweet indulgence from the bakery and pastisserie nearby.

And of course also a little treat for the mind, and even though today is both Jane Austen's AND Beethoven's birthday, I give you Shakespeare.

 

So enjoy your Sundays, and make sure to take the time to breathe and just listen to everything and nothing at the same time.

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Endelig søndag, dejlige søndag.. I dag skal jeg i hvert fald slappe af da jeg sent i går aftes sendte en stor del af mit speciale til min vejleder og jeg er fuldstændig smadret! Det er overraskende hårdt at skrive om kolonismen og dens brug og misbrug af sproget som våben. Jeg har svært ved at forstå, at mennesker har været så ligeglade og så onde ved andre, og endnu mere når man stadig kan se mange af problematikkerne i verden af i dag.

 

Så det skal være en stille og rolig dag i dag hvor jeg bare slapper af med en masse the og måske lidt sødt fra Langenæs Bageren, som ligger i nærheden.

Derudover skal der være noget sødt til hovedet, og selvom både Jane Austen og Beethoven har fødselsdag i dag, så falder valget på Shakespeare.

 

Så glædelig søndag, og huske at trække vejret en gang i mellem og lyt til alt det, der sker når der er helt stille.

{Sonnet Sunday: Shakespeare XVI}

{my Moleskine}

Today it is a nice warm sun shining down on us. On this day last year, the rays of the sun burst through the windows at the church when the organ started at my father's funeral. It was like my father said that it was all okay now.

Today I start to think so too.

{Sonnet Sunday} Shakespeare No. XIV

{my Moleskine scan}

Just finished some new pages in my Moleskine. The weather isn't really sunny summer so I'm spending my time gathering inspiration for various art projects and searching for literature for my MA thesis.

Other than that I am trying to plan my joined birthday celebration with my Mother (we have our birthdays ten days apart). We are just going with the low key and casual despite me turning 25 (!!!!) and here in Denmark that means A LOT of cinnamon if you are unwed.. But this tradition, I will tell you more about later..

{Sonnet Sunday: Shakespeare XIII}

It has been quite a while since the last Sonnet Sunday, but I have recieved a some good news about my exam project, so I felt like a little celebration. And Shakespeare is the man to go to...

The small picture in my collage is of a painting by Kathrine Ærtebjerg who I have posted about here.

{my moleskine scan}

Sonnet Sunday XII

{My Moleskine}

The photo is an extract from a painting my mother owns. I cannot remember the artist's name though.



Sonnet Sunday XI

{My Moleskine}



Sonnet Sunday X

{My Moleskine}

Sonnet Sunday IX

{Shakespeare Sonnet IX}

Sonnet Sunday VIII

{My Moleskine}

Sunday Sonnet VII

I hope you can see what it says, its much clearer in real life but my scanner nipped out the colour a bit.

The lilac cut-outs are from a soap-box so now my Moleskine smells wonderfully of lilacs! Devine!

Have a wonderful Sunday before next week's hazzle.