Mr Rochester.

OK. so i know that he is a fictional character in a Victorian fiction novel. but i love Mr Rochester. I know that he is not perfect and keeping a mad secret wife in his attic for several years was not a wise move. however i do feel it was justifiable. Bertha was mad, he did not love her, he was tricked into marrying her, and is now paying for it. She had also been unfaithful many times, yet he is expected to put up with it?? would you? No, in todays society divorce would be certain. however in a Victorian society divorce was not that easy. Rochester also did not want Bertha to go in to an institution for the mentally insane. Which i feel is admorable.

I do however, agree with all Rochesters critics - that he should have told Jane about Bertha before their wedding. i do appreciate that it was not the easiest topic to bring up in conversation "oh by the way i have a secret physco wife locked upstairs!" but surely he could have mentioned it?! i know he did not want to lose Jane but morally surely he felt the urge to be true.

We are studying Jane Eyre in our Vic Lit seminars and we did actually make some pro-Rochester tshirts! mine said "lady Rochester" (sad i know!!) my point for supporting Rochester is also backed up by the fact that in the BBC series he is god damn HOT!!!!!

pretty girl....

here is a poem i wrote, it is quite old and depressing, but here goes.

PRETTY GIRL

Pretty girl, who is to blame
Frightened girl, they don’t know her name
Saddened girl, who cries at night
Distant girl, who’s out of sight
Psycho girl, with scars on her wrists
Fairytale girl, who don’t exist
Silent girl, without a name
Ignored girl, who’s filled with shame
Faking girl, with plastic smiles
Freakish girl, from a thousand miles
Emotionless girl, cant feel much pain
Darkened girl, who brings the rain
Crying girl, tears start to flood
Psychotic girl, who drains her blood
Hated girl, who no one loves
Such a weak girl, who’s no longer though
Angry girl, there is no cure
Happy girl, she is no more
Hidden girl, she covers her scars
Prisoned girl, lived behind her life’s bars
Crazy girl, who bleeds so much
Lonely girl, who’s out of touch
Stupid girl, who no one likes
Beaten girl, who always fights
Pretty girl, don’t give up now
Suicide girl, there’s someway, somehow
Scared girl, don’t be afraid
Distant girl, don’t go away
Morbid girl, don’t die tonight
Worried girl, it'll be alright
Stoner girl, tonight she'll smoke her sorrow
Alcoholic girl, she'll drink tomorrow
Furious girl, who has no more faith
Depressed girl, who cries and aches
Fallen girl, with broken wings
Disturbed girl, fell off the swing
Pretty girl, you are my friend
Aching girl, just try to mend
Ugly girl, not like before
Beautiful girl, she is no more
Pretty girl, who made her life end
Pretty girl...no...not again...

i'm new to this...

Well this is a new experience for me, writing a blog and all. seems like a very sensible idea as i am studying english and creative writing at uni. they always say you should write as much as possible! and my very nice friend miss deni suggested it. (check her out at www.denireports.blogspot.com) she is rather talented.

ok. well i suppose i will start by telling you some of the ingenius things i have been doing at uni?

today was poetry. which i love love love. i am a poet at heart. today was the turn of the haiku ( a japanese short poem) here is a couple of examples of mine.

Birds song tweeting meerily
reminding us with joyous
verse, it's all ok!!

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Soggy leaves trodden
in the ground. a reminder
of summer just past.

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Ash dropped on a leaf.
spoilt nature thriving despite
our carless addiction.

they sound very childish i know but apparently they are meant to.

ok, i should really be doing some work on a piece of textual analysis of Jane Eyre, so i am sure i will be writing again soon.