February 2012
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January 2012
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I’ve been alone in this house for five days, except for my parents’ dogs. I haven’t left except to take them on walks, and I haven’t spoken to Bard people much at all. I don’t mind this new town so much, don’t resent that my parents moved, don’t resent that I never talk to my friends from back home anymore; it’s just the loneliness here, the total...
December 2011
10 posts
It’s 2:40 in the morning, and only recently did I stumble into this room from my professor’s house. I had too much wine there, way too much, more wine than I can count, or at any rate, more wine than I care to remember. The whole experience, though—the wine and the hours of poetry and the drunken wandering through the night with my companions—has given me an odd feeling of...
November 2011
7 posts
November Pleasure Reads
★★★★☆ - Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
★★★★☆ - Patti Smith, Just Kids
★★★☆☆ - Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast*
★★★☆☆ - Philip Larkin, Jill †
★★★★★ - Jack Kerouac, On the Road
★★★☆☆ - Paul Murray, Skippy Dies ‡
*: Given Hemingway’s mental state when it was written, the amazing thing is that it isn’t worse.
†: Juvenilia, especially compared to his later poetry (he wrote it at...
October 2011
2 posts
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July 2011
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June 2011
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May 2011
8 posts
“Ecclesiastes (11:5): “You who do not know how the mind is joined to the body...”
– Montaigne replaced Lucretius, asking the point of living longer in suffering, with this quote.
Tonight I get to:
- eat dinner at a professor’s house (though, presumably, we won’t all get drunk like at last night’s professor’s dinner)
- write a paper on what to do with the World Trade Center site
- write responses to about thirty articles and doodle around them in a journal
- study for a final about the art of the insane
- prepare to write final in-class essays...
Tullycraft - Loveless
The contrast between this...
April 2011
22 posts
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