"Ah, You've Come to Read my Trousers"

"In a Sation of the Metro"

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

That, Reader, is why I love modernism. Pound allegedly wrote this after being startled by the glimpse of a beautiful face on the subway. I desperately hope I get a task about modernism on the am. lit. exam. Considering that the lecturer wrote her dissertation on Stein's sensuous, very modernist semi-poetry. Chances are, I will get to write about modernism. I also half-envy English students at high school, now they get an entire chapter devoted to modernism. The book even quotes Eliot! All I ever got was Romanticism.

The title is, by the way, from the film Quills. If I can get through the rest of the curriculum, I'm going to indulge myself with Taxidermia (or however much of it I can stomach), and then Quills. "My writing lives!" might be the most beautiful scene in the world.

We were at a friend's birthday party yesterday. And while it was hilarious, and lovely to see people again, there is a but. I missed some serious discussions! It might have something to do with the fact that I didn't drink much (I couldn't afford a hangover today), and that no one else really did, either. Late-night discussions, fuelled by too-much-alcohol and coffe, that evolve into outright popcorn wars are really very charming. Particularly when you're dealing with socialists.

"Ah, You've Come to Read my Trousers"

"In a Sation of the Metro"

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

That, Reader, is why I love modernism. Pound allegedly wrote this after being startled by the glimpse of a beautiful face on the subway. I desperately hope I get a task about modernism on the am. lit. exam. Considering that the lecturer wrote her dissertation on Stein's sensuous, very modernist semi-poetry. Chances are, I will get to write about modernism. I also half-envy English students at high school, now they get an entire chapter devoted to modernism. The book even quotes Eliot! All I ever got was Romanticism.

The title is, by the way, from the film Quills. If I can get through the rest of the curriculum, I'm going to indulge myself with Taxidermia (or however much of it I can stomach), and then Quills. "My writing lives!" might be the most beautiful scene in the world.

We were at a friend's birthday party yesterday. And while it was hilarious, and lovely to see people again, there is a but. I missed some serious discussions! It might have something to do with the fact that I didn't drink much (I couldn't afford a hangover today), and that no one else really did, either. Late-night discussions, fuelled by too-much-alcohol and coffe, that evolve into outright popcorn wars are really very charming. Particularly when you're dealing with socialists.