October footnotes

Is that time again, lovelies.

Time for a prompt, and a quote, followed by my mindless rambling.

Oddly enough, this months prompt inspired very little rambling. It-

Well, here it is, first of all.

A Quotation from a Poem

This one made me really excited, I'll admit. First off, when I was younger, I HATED poetry. With a bloody passion. I just couldn't see the point in it. The thing was, I WANTED to like it. All the good book characters were always spouting off bits of poetic nonsense. I should like it. So I quite literally forced myself to read poetry. Which in turn led me to discovering that I can actually write poetry fairly decently. And you know what? I still hate most of it, and find it generally pointless. 

EXCEPT for a select few lucky verses that I'm particularly fond of, and that actually hold some meaning. 

The first poem I thought of is by Emily Dickinson, and the only line I know is I heard a fly buzz when I died. There's a whole lot more to the poem, but I don't care for it much. The first line was quite enough for the morbidly enfatuated junior high me. When she died did she hear a fly? Or did she hear a fly and then die? Makes you wonder a little bit every time you hear one of the pesky critters. 

I also like the one that says Do not go gently into that dark night, rage rage against the dying of the light. I should know who wrote it, a man I believe, but my data is almost out and I'm too lazy to look up the actual poem. I like it though, mostly because I love the word rage, but also because it's kind of my life's motto, or one of many at least. 

But the one I decided to officially quote today is Emily Dickinson's I'm nobody. 

It reads as follows:

I'm nobody! Who are you?

Are you nobody, too?

Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!

They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!

How public, like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!

I love this poem because it adds a bit of flare to the mundane. There's lots of supposed nobody's in the world. Those people who didn't make the best seller list, or get the role, or write the hit single. Those people who just do their job, mostly faceless, day by day. They're not glamorous, they just are. 

But apparently, they're special. If it's worth being banished over, there's definitely something of interest there. (By the way, the original published version is the way to go, I don't know why they had to mess it up in the transcript version)

As for myself, I rather fancy the idea of being banished.