chappaquiddick skyline and "the library was alright."
today is skirt weather.
went to class, then picked up my ticket for jon stewart tomorrow night. later, i went on a mini binge for postmodern and critical theorists. yeah i know--silly, to be sure. mm. but it felt good. reacquaintance with a lot of the cliche ones (french, rob, french! ha), as well as still getting all mushyhearted about this term's discoveries. all in all it was lyotard and bakhtin and veblen and gramsci, peters and who else. lacan, derrida, heidigger, schleiermacher, lukacs, gadamer, jauss. you know the drill. it's silly i know i know i know i know, everybody's already gone through this, it's been done over and over, like indie rock and zines even. but i still do it. and i still need this. so that's that, today. / i hope to glean some, soon. slowly though. good. / i did exercise some restraint in hashedovercollegekidexercise by not revisiting any foucault or said. for now. (wink)
yesterday evening was jay's book stall. i like the atmosphere of caliban (and used book stores in general) much more; caliban reminds me of my favorite used book shops in rochester. the best. though, i've been luckiest it seems in pockets of massachusetts, and at aaah save the discarded library books! sales, both scholastic and non, public and private...
bardo pond the 25th, monday. at the brew house. jimmy eat world the 18th, monday. or so i'm told? it makes me wish i still liked jimmy eat world; i could be excited about it, then. :o someone else, too, but i can't recall now...and a few more lectures, one in particular about flagging belief. from the philosophy department.
the crisis of faith and the fragility from such a falling out, the humanity expressed right after the storm when you've nothing and you show out of human (animal??) desperation you do in fact wish for something--that, in art, in all our mouths and texts. ... (what i want to seep into, crush through)
issues on paralysis later, or still inside my head.
mm. i feel a little tilting, a little radical right now. no, i'm not hopped up on anything but the usual--mess and humidity and trapped knee joints, love and dust and fingerprints. and lonely but hopeful searching. for an idea.
my ta's teaching the comm process class for this summer and asked for our feedback on this term's professor's style, for her own aid. there are definite flaws i think, i agreed silently with a few about, but that said--i think this was finally a college course to me. i don't know how to tell anyone, but...something changed, furniture moved, shutters were blown apart, windows flew open...i still feel devastated, a kind of cavity, trying to pick it/my.self off the floor now...stumbling, dumbfounded, dumb, founded. (i'm all corny today)
("how do people get up from these things?" and then, they do. and then do...)
i got beat up royally. massive clutchings. do you know this, what this is?
(nod) like it...it...tick, tick...
i'm not making any sense. i make up other stuff.
went to class, then picked up my ticket for jon stewart tomorrow night. later, i went on a mini binge for postmodern and critical theorists. yeah i know--silly, to be sure. mm. but it felt good. reacquaintance with a lot of the cliche ones (french, rob, french! ha), as well as still getting all mushyhearted about this term's discoveries. all in all it was lyotard and bakhtin and veblen and gramsci, peters and who else. lacan, derrida, heidigger, schleiermacher, lukacs, gadamer, jauss. you know the drill. it's silly i know i know i know i know, everybody's already gone through this, it's been done over and over, like indie rock and zines even. but i still do it. and i still need this. so that's that, today. / i hope to glean some, soon. slowly though. good. / i did exercise some restraint in hashedovercollegekidexercise by not revisiting any foucault or said. for now. (wink)
yesterday evening was jay's book stall. i like the atmosphere of caliban (and used book stores in general) much more; caliban reminds me of my favorite used book shops in rochester. the best. though, i've been luckiest it seems in pockets of massachusetts, and at aaah save the discarded library books! sales, both scholastic and non, public and private...
bardo pond the 25th, monday. at the brew house. jimmy eat world the 18th, monday. or so i'm told? it makes me wish i still liked jimmy eat world; i could be excited about it, then. :o someone else, too, but i can't recall now...and a few more lectures, one in particular about flagging belief. from the philosophy department.
the crisis of faith and the fragility from such a falling out, the humanity expressed right after the storm when you've nothing and you show out of human (animal??) desperation you do in fact wish for something--that, in art, in all our mouths and texts. ... (what i want to seep into, crush through)
issues on paralysis later, or still inside my head.
mm. i feel a little tilting, a little radical right now. no, i'm not hopped up on anything but the usual--mess and humidity and trapped knee joints, love and dust and fingerprints. and lonely but hopeful searching. for an idea.
my ta's teaching the comm process class for this summer and asked for our feedback on this term's professor's style, for her own aid. there are definite flaws i think, i agreed silently with a few about, but that said--i think this was finally a college course to me. i don't know how to tell anyone, but...something changed, furniture moved, shutters were blown apart, windows flew open...i still feel devastated, a kind of cavity, trying to pick it/my.self off the floor now...stumbling, dumbfounded, dumb, founded. (i'm all corny today)
("how do people get up from these things?" and then, they do. and then do...)
i got beat up royally. massive clutchings. do you know this, what this is?
(nod) like it...it...tick, tick...
i'm not making any sense. i make up other stuff.