A recent health fiasco invaded our house this past weekend, so I didn’t get a chance to sit down and brain dump into a blog post as I usually do on weekends. I plan on writing up a mini-update about it in the near future, but for now, I’ll offer those of you with appetites with a small poem that I dug out of an old poem anthology I compiled in 7th grade.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Written by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
It was somewhat jarring to read through the poems I included in my project (totaling to 17 poems by both known and unknown authors). In order to maintain a certain a level of quality in our submissions, our teacher required us to write mini-paragraphs commenting on how each poem selection relates to our personality.
I discovered that my appreciation for the poems I chose as a youngling has not diminished over the years (though my specific taste for poetry has) but was surprised to see the reasons for why I chose the poems I did be super outdated and somewhat immature. I had written an introduction for the anthology, much like a foreword for a novel, telling that “each poem that is included in this collection has been chosen carefully. They are poems that touch me and are poems that I can relate to. They all mean something to me.” Well, talk about being super vague. I suppose as I was somewhat brash in how I put together the project, being more concerned with how my final product looked (and not to brag, but my book it was pretty d*mn good for a 7th grader) and dismissing giving the proper attention each poem needed. Despite that, I found the comment I had written for “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” slightly revealing.
“I sometimes feel that I am lost. I feel that I have nowhere to go. But whenever I do, I first look for someone to help me. Right after that thought of ‘someone help me’, the emotion of loneliness washes over me. Usually, I then feel helpless and lost within my own world. Wordsworth has the opposite feeling of me, but I picked this poem because it fills me with gladness that even though I sometimes do not find what I need, someone else does.”
How emo can you get? I chuckled upon reminiscing about how different, yet similar, I was in middle school. I was definitely more naive and concerned with how many minutes were left in each class (though I’m sure that hasn’t changed too much). And despite what photos from that time period convey (I will not post any here to avoid any smart comments), both my looks and personality have changed greatly. No longer do I sit in the corner of a room, I sit in the middle rear portion. No longer do I never raise my hand to answer a question, I now raise my hand once a semester. No longer do slowly get in the lunch line and wait for my turn, now I rush as fast as I can into the line so I don’t have to wait (but no pushing).
I will admit that I still contemplate on the same “emptiness” and “loneliness” issues brought up by both Wordsworth’s poem and my own reaction comments, but I would not freely speak of such things today. Much of this introspective thought is reserved for my hermit-meditation-sessions I hold every Sunday evening at sundown (not). Regardless, I still find “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” quite the insightful piece of work: we’re all clouds wandering the roads of uncertainty, searching for places that will appreciate the things we rain down upon them. Given the chance, we try to find somewhere where we’ll be accepted, but always question what is better for us in our lives.
Wow, that was some lame metaphor.
Since we’re on the topic of clouds, I would like to take a moment and recommend taking a look into thatgamecompany (the creators of Cloud, flOw, and Flower). Promotional art for their first game, Cloud, can be seen below:
Cloud is available for free on the PC, and though is thatgamecompany’s most primitive and unrefined game, it is still an experience worth playing. The studio’s other games include flOw and Flower, which are available exclusively on the Playstation Network. That should not, however, stop you from trying to take a look intotheir games. thatgamecompany, a small indie game development group founded by two students from University of Southern California’s Interactive Media program (a program I was highly interested in when applying for colleges), is known for their more “artistic” presentation and interpretation of video games and storytelling. Both flOw and Flower are perfect examples of an avant garde approach to game development, focusing on stylistic presentation, intuitive controls, and atmospheric emotions. Jenova Chen has always emphasized how they want to connect with gamers on a more emotional level, which thus allows them to connect to both the hardcore and casual gaming audiences.
Their newest development, Journey, is due to be released by the end of this year and I, for one, will buy it the moment it’s available on the PSN, perhaps as a cheap holiday present for myself. Check out the trailer and notice the awesome music.