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Feb. 3rd, 2004 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phineasjoneswah, i can't focus this morning. o.O
though there was no real question of me staying up that late, i do rather wish i had seen DOM last night. i mean, is he not the cutest thing ever? meow.
tonight, our first choir rehearsal of the semester. thankgoodness. it's time to sing, yo. song of songs settings. nnnnng. in case you're some kind of heathen (like myself), excerpts from the song of songs:
May he smother me with kisses.
Your love is more fragrant than wine,
fragrant is the scent of your anointing oils,
and your name is like those oils poured out;
that is why the maidens love you.
Take me with you let us make haste;
bring me into your chamber, O king.
...
I am the rose of Sharon,
a lily growing in the valley..
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
so is my beloved among young men.
To sit in his shadow is my delight,
and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
He has taken me into the wine-garden
and given me loving glances.
Sustain me with raisins, revive me with apples;
for I am faint with love.
His left arm pillows my head, his right arm is round me.
...
My beloved spoke, saying to me:
'Rise up my love;
my fair one, come away.
For lo, the winter is past!
The rains are over and gone;
The flowers appear upon the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
the green figs ripen on the fig trees
and the vine blossoms give forth their fragrance.
Rise up, my love;
my fair on, and come away.'
...
You have stolen my heart, my sister,
you have stolen it, my bride,
with just one of your eyes, one jewel of your necklace.
How beautiful are your breasts, my sister and bride!
Your love is more fragrant than wine,
your perfumes sweeter than any spices.
Your lips drop sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride,
honey and milk are under your tongue,
and your dress has the scent of Lebanon...
My sister, my bride is a garden close-locked,
a garden close-locked, a fountain sealed.
The fountain in my garden is a spring of running water
flowing down from Lebanon.
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind!
Blow upon my garden to spread its spices abroad,
that my beloved may come to his garden
and enjoy the choice fruit.
...
When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole,
my heart turned over.
When I arose to open for my beloved,
my hands dripped with myrrh;
the liquid myrrh from my fingers ran over the handle of the latch.
I opened to my love...
...
You are as stately as a palm tree,
and your breasts are like clusters of fruit.
I said, 'Let me climb up into the palm to grasp its fronds.'
May I find your breasts like clusters of grapes on the vine,
your breath sweet-scented like apples
Your mouth like fragrant wine
flowing smoothly to meet my caresses,
gliding over my lips and teeth.
...
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm;
for love is strong as death,
passion cruel as the grave;
it blazes up like a blazing fire
fiercer than any flame.
Many waters cannot quench love,
no flood can sweep it away...
::fans self:: you know, this makes me think about the guy i heard on a call-in show yesterday. he was all in a tizzy about the janet jackson breast thing, we were with a group from church! there were children! we had to cover their faces! well, dude, her breast hanging out of her shirt was hardly any more risqué than this passage from the bible. no?
while i'm on the topic, get the fuck over it, america. fear not the breast. puh-lease! how can it possibly harm a child to see a breast? how???? meanwhile, children can see explicit, horrifying violence any time they turn on the tv. but what gets people worked up is a breast? maybe if we could treat women's bodies positively, treat sex positively, we'd be in a better place all around. go read your bibles, crazy people.
eta: excellent point from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
princessrugger: this is what happens when you live in a world that shuns the arts--when people see beauty they confuse it with obscenity.
though there was no real question of me staying up that late, i do rather wish i had seen DOM last night. i mean, is he not the cutest thing ever? meow.
tonight, our first choir rehearsal of the semester. thankgoodness. it's time to sing, yo. song of songs settings. nnnnng. in case you're some kind of heathen (like myself), excerpts from the song of songs:
May he smother me with kisses.
Your love is more fragrant than wine,
fragrant is the scent of your anointing oils,
and your name is like those oils poured out;
that is why the maidens love you.
Take me with you let us make haste;
bring me into your chamber, O king.
...
I am the rose of Sharon,
a lily growing in the valley..
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
so is my beloved among young men.
To sit in his shadow is my delight,
and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
He has taken me into the wine-garden
and given me loving glances.
Sustain me with raisins, revive me with apples;
for I am faint with love.
His left arm pillows my head, his right arm is round me.
...
My beloved spoke, saying to me:
'Rise up my love;
my fair one, come away.
For lo, the winter is past!
The rains are over and gone;
The flowers appear upon the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
the green figs ripen on the fig trees
and the vine blossoms give forth their fragrance.
Rise up, my love;
my fair on, and come away.'
...
You have stolen my heart, my sister,
you have stolen it, my bride,
with just one of your eyes, one jewel of your necklace.
How beautiful are your breasts, my sister and bride!
Your love is more fragrant than wine,
your perfumes sweeter than any spices.
Your lips drop sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride,
honey and milk are under your tongue,
and your dress has the scent of Lebanon...
My sister, my bride is a garden close-locked,
a garden close-locked, a fountain sealed.
The fountain in my garden is a spring of running water
flowing down from Lebanon.
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind!
Blow upon my garden to spread its spices abroad,
that my beloved may come to his garden
and enjoy the choice fruit.
...
When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole,
my heart turned over.
When I arose to open for my beloved,
my hands dripped with myrrh;
the liquid myrrh from my fingers ran over the handle of the latch.
I opened to my love...
...
You are as stately as a palm tree,
and your breasts are like clusters of fruit.
I said, 'Let me climb up into the palm to grasp its fronds.'
May I find your breasts like clusters of grapes on the vine,
your breath sweet-scented like apples
Your mouth like fragrant wine
flowing smoothly to meet my caresses,
gliding over my lips and teeth.
...
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm;
for love is strong as death,
passion cruel as the grave;
it blazes up like a blazing fire
fiercer than any flame.
Many waters cannot quench love,
no flood can sweep it away...
::fans self:: you know, this makes me think about the guy i heard on a call-in show yesterday. he was all in a tizzy about the janet jackson breast thing, we were with a group from church! there were children! we had to cover their faces! well, dude, her breast hanging out of her shirt was hardly any more risqué than this passage from the bible. no?
while i'm on the topic, get the fuck over it, america. fear not the breast. puh-lease! how can it possibly harm a child to see a breast? how???? meanwhile, children can see explicit, horrifying violence any time they turn on the tv. but what gets people worked up is a breast? maybe if we could treat women's bodies positively, treat sex positively, we'd be in a better place all around. go read your bibles, crazy people.
eta: excellent point from
princessrugger: this is what happens when you live in a world that shuns the arts--when people see beauty they confuse it with obscenity.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2004-02-03 03:10 pm (UTC)but the real reason i am posting is to agree with you--can people stop acting like they drowned a baby at the halftime show? first of all, it was the halftime of three hours of men hurling themselves onto each other and causing great physical pain to each other, and they're pissed about a very pretty ta-ta with a gorgeous decoration on it? what the hell? second of all, how is it not ok for children to see boobies? or to acknowledge their existence at all? have we completely forgotten what they're there for to begin with? this is what happens when you live in a world that shuns the arts--when people see beauty they confuse it with obscenity.
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Date: 2004-02-04 02:57 pm (UTC)and i agree completely about janet and her lovely breastage. completely. ugh.
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Date: 2004-02-03 03:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-04 02:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-03 05:00 pm (UTC)and yeah, get over the breast people. Everybody's seen one. Your kids most likely more recently than YOU, you fundamentalist owner of a lonely boner
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Date: 2004-02-04 02:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-05 01:24 am (UTC)Plus, re. the breast, why is god's name is it such a big deal when every other freakin' ad has mostly naked women?! I mean, beer ads? Women in tiny little bikinis are different from Janet's pasty-covered breast how? grrrrr. Fuckin' piss me off, man. Stupid Americans.
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Date: 2004-02-05 11:57 am (UTC)stupid americans is right, yo.