when a cry is a laugh
just some follow up:
the larissa szporluk reading was WEIRD. and i was, as always at these things, reminded why i can't stand people involved in academically-sanctioned poetry or poetry workshops; if i ever need a strong boost of "this is why don't ever, ever major in something as vital to you as writing poems," i can just go to poetry readings.
...anyway, it was far more unkempt a reading than the other pcws sessions i've attended, but. szporluk definitely still has a way with last lines. i just wish she'd read more from dark sky question. her fascination with bugs and "icky weird" stories and scenarios (but innocence smack at the core of that, you know--do you? only "young" clear eyes can look straight at the heart of dark things and stay fixed there, out of genuine curiosity and a notion buried somewhere inside, of "play" in the most decrepit places...) ...and christ reminds me of julie. that, or her matte veil of blonde hair does.
and the wendy steiner lecture "beauty is not shoe anymore"--! there we go. THAT was more on par with some of the most vivid public lectures i've attended. the one on bayesian models in the middle of summer, the dangerous yukio mishima one, the standpoint theory and epistemology and crime novel as model one...mm. lately my sister and i have dreamt of upenn.
the way academic men sometimes talk to academic women who are far more erudite it seems...it's "funny," if you catch my drift.
colloquialisms and cliche. black cat, i know you.
the larissa szporluk reading was WEIRD. and i was, as always at these things, reminded why i can't stand people involved in academically-sanctioned poetry or poetry workshops; if i ever need a strong boost of "this is why don't ever, ever major in something as vital to you as writing poems," i can just go to poetry readings.
...anyway, it was far more unkempt a reading than the other pcws sessions i've attended, but. szporluk definitely still has a way with last lines. i just wish she'd read more from dark sky question. her fascination with bugs and "icky weird" stories and scenarios (but innocence smack at the core of that, you know--do you? only "young" clear eyes can look straight at the heart of dark things and stay fixed there, out of genuine curiosity and a notion buried somewhere inside, of "play" in the most decrepit places...) ...and christ reminds me of julie. that, or her matte veil of blonde hair does.
and the wendy steiner lecture "beauty is not shoe anymore"--! there we go. THAT was more on par with some of the most vivid public lectures i've attended. the one on bayesian models in the middle of summer, the dangerous yukio mishima one, the standpoint theory and epistemology and crime novel as model one...mm. lately my sister and i have dreamt of upenn.
the way academic men sometimes talk to academic women who are far more erudite it seems...it's "funny," if you catch my drift.
colloquialisms and cliche. black cat, i know you.