nirinia | You Know You're Fucked When ... (Reply)

You know you're a lit student when you take a break from reading linguistics, only to listen to T.S. Eliot reading "Prufrock" (if you're that way inclined, the reading is found here). And proceed to squeel delightedly when you discover a piece of very structured literature you can critique on DA. It's called The Fractal Man, by Bulknowt on DA. It's short and intriguing, and reminds me a bit of Emerson, in that it is poetry in prose - though less nonsensical than some of Emerson's ramblings.

At times like these I revert to classical music, Bach in particular. He doesn't demand that I listen to him, like vocals do. And his cello suites are magnificent. Which reminds me of a blog I discovered the other day. I confess, I am a million internet-years behind, but when I do find things I enjoy them thoroughly (procrastination works so much better when there's something online to employ!). Stuff White People Like makes me simultaneously want to aquire pigmentation and be proud that I at least have some irony. Out of the list of some hundred posts, I am sure 98 apply to me. White, who, me?

And Time wrote very favourably of Roberto Bolano in one of the latest issues. So I think I might have to find something by him when I'm done with this exam nonsense.