Ode on Melancholy

I have recently become obsessed with John Keats. I want to get all his books.

Though you should build a bark of dead men's bones,
    And rear a phantom gibbet for a mast,
Stitch creeds together for a sail, with groans
    To fill it out, bloodstained and aghast;
Although your rudder be a Dragon's tail,
    Long sever'd, yet still hard with agony,
        Your cordage large uprootings from the skull
Of bald Medusa; certes you would fail
    To find the Melancholy, whether she
       Dreameth in any isle of Lethe dull.


 No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
    Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
    By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
    Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
        Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
    For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
        And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
    Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
    And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
    Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
        Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
    Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
        And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die;
    And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
    Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
    Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
        Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
    Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
        And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
 

la la la....I'm going crazy

The acting world is a funny industry.  Its definitely tougher than I expected and I pretty much expected it to be tough. Its more of a mental frustration that I go through. There are a lot of highs and lows. Its funny because sometimes I feel Bi-Polar because I feel like I'm constantly on a mental rollarcoaster.

Its definitely worth every minute. I've loved acting since I was a little kid and I feel like this is what I am meant to do. I feel alive and have such a rush after I finish an audition or workshop. It just sucks that its so competitive...so many people are attempting to do what you want to do. I'm trying to stay focused and determined while also not losing my mind hahaha. Enjoying the ride =)

Lets start this thing up!

Well I decided to start a blog since everyone is jumping on that bandwagon and I don’t want to be left out =)
I’ve been living in LA almost two years and finally things are getting rolling. I’ve got a lot to look forward to and I can’t wait to see how its going to turn out. I’ll try and update this thing as much as I can….I’m really random, so be prepared!....and by random I mean mostly I'll be talking about Acting stuff since thats what my days consist of.