lin·gua·phile |
Graduate student specializing in 18th century British literature with an emphasis on the novel. Lover of John Milton, Jane Austen, and Charlotte Bronte. (Yes, I know none of them published in the 18th century.) Occasional writer of lengthy fictions, seven-time NaNoWriMo participant and former Office of Letters and Light intern. Reader of much young adult and/or fantasy lit. Lifetime lover of Diane Duane's Young Wizards series, recently fanatic about Scott Westerfeld's Leviathan trilogy, blaming it all on Harry Potter. Wanderluster. Left my heart in London, reclaim it bit by bit through tea and Doctor Who and Sherlock and Downton Abbey. |
Of all the Matt Nathanson that has been making my life worthwhile lately, these lyrics from “Car Crash” top the list:
Tell me this is paradise
And not some place I fell
At first I fell in love with these lines because of the double meaning — of course, Paradise is the place of humanity’s fall. But the lyrics suggest also that the power of human words, the telling, can transform the place of the fall to Paradise again (a sentiment of which John Milton would heartily approve).
Some days I feel like I am living in a paradise of my own making, and other days I feel like all I’m doing is falling down, but a song like this can remind me that one requires the other, and that we remake paradise every time we fall down and get back up again.
