completely
happy. i received my midterm back for the modern art course i'm required to take, and i did well. :D yay. hrm, i thought my comments were sweeping and thus silly/ridiculous, especially when discussing gauguin but...she thought my responses were "insightful." but. i feel a little uneasy i think...i'm typing up my essay responses to email back to professor mcclosky 'cause she wants to put them on the course website. (giggle)
mm, rereading paul goodman's growing up absurd for reasons not entirely known to myself really, and also anais nin' house of incest. the latter is the doing of kore, as her comments about nin's erotica versus other writing perked my curiosity. as i recall she much prefers the prose poems to the erotic texts. i'm still choosing and sifting i 'spose. it is beautiful, especially that opening, and i can't help but have kore lolling around in the back of my mind as i read about water and buoyancy and birth and sheen. so thanks.
i stopped stark in my tracks at the fascinating consideration that, we might be each other's angels. or might, could be.
he said things, he always says startling things. because no one says things like that. people don't tell you such cut-and-dry tenderness. no one.
"i want to wash away your pain."
"i want you to know everything about me."
he is beautiful...
maybe i'm not going to stop.
maybe i'm not going to shut up.
(sheepish)
random thought gag--i just rerealised, it took me a long time to remember what the word "felicity" actually meant; it was always just a redheaded girl's name to me. (shoulder snap)
...
rising entropy (11:39 PM): i used to actually call you something like that; to myself, anyway.
...
at any distance, he sends warm washes of soft to ease any pain. and. well wow.
what else could i ever say? but i try, because that is my notion.
a sweetness.
you...should be happy and resting, dear boy.
sixty hours and i've lost my weight again
sixty hours without television
there's only so much
discovery
wow, it doesn't get old. the fly seville is such morning mood music. ...
i should write letters. also i have to pick up michelle's baby blanket; she brought it as comfort when the nucleus came down to see me a couple weekends ago...she left it at the hotel. it has a giraffe floating in a hot air balloon on it; my mom's mom sewed it for her. so.
i need to go do that.
i have more stuff to fasten to this scrapbook, soon. just the usual junk and mint fish. :)
i don't have it in me to stop. no, not
yet.
mm, rereading paul goodman's growing up absurd for reasons not entirely known to myself really, and also anais nin' house of incest. the latter is the doing of kore, as her comments about nin's erotica versus other writing perked my curiosity. as i recall she much prefers the prose poems to the erotic texts. i'm still choosing and sifting i 'spose. it is beautiful, especially that opening, and i can't help but have kore lolling around in the back of my mind as i read about water and buoyancy and birth and sheen. so thanks.
i stopped stark in my tracks at the fascinating consideration that, we might be each other's angels. or might, could be.
he said things, he always says startling things. because no one says things like that. people don't tell you such cut-and-dry tenderness. no one.
"i want to wash away your pain."
"i want you to know everything about me."
he is beautiful...
maybe i'm not going to stop.
maybe i'm not going to shut up.
(sheepish)
random thought gag--i just rerealised, it took me a long time to remember what the word "felicity" actually meant; it was always just a redheaded girl's name to me. (shoulder snap)
...
rising entropy (11:39 PM): i used to actually call you something like that; to myself, anyway.
...
at any distance, he sends warm washes of soft to ease any pain. and. well wow.
what else could i ever say? but i try, because that is my notion.
a sweetness.
you...should be happy and resting, dear boy.
sixty hours and i've lost my weight again
sixty hours without television
there's only so much
discovery
wow, it doesn't get old. the fly seville is such morning mood music. ...
i should write letters. also i have to pick up michelle's baby blanket; she brought it as comfort when the nucleus came down to see me a couple weekends ago...she left it at the hotel. it has a giraffe floating in a hot air balloon on it; my mom's mom sewed it for her. so.
i need to go do that.
i have more stuff to fasten to this scrapbook, soon. just the usual junk and mint fish. :)
i don't have it in me to stop. no, not
yet.