Thursday, November 26, 2009

... how stiff is my vile sense,
That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge sorrows? Better I were distract,
So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs,
And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose
The knowledge of themselves.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


Monday, in the English class which I hate, I was finally recognized as the resident expert on Sylvia Plath/Ted Hughes.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

will write

During this first semester of uni, I have written only two poems and a few scrawled journal entries, and a quack literary critique. It's been horrible. To remedy my practice habits, I'd like to write for an audience, and resume my habit of posting short pieces and ideas on this blog.

A Just-So Story

FOOL: The reason why the seven stars are no moe than seven is a pretty reason.

LEAR: Because they are not eight?

FOOL: Yes, indeed.