Lunch time dudes. Reading Infinite Jest and eating sandwiches. An ironic lunch, perhaps, with footnotes.
MJ farewell touching
Great Maya poem
Off for a Latte and a beard trim (honest engine, kids).
Done German & officially now ABD & beginning the final version of my dissertation this week….hope to defend in November.
Good hour-long session. Time for a coffee break.
Diss line: For most of my life I have felt I was being followed; in reality it was that I was never alone within my own soul.
I am looking for You. For most of my life I have felt followed. Men in white lab coats behind one-way glass. Clutching clipboards. Conferring. Or shadowy figures in black raiment obscured by trees off in the distance behind me. Speaking into their cuffs. These ghosts came and went over …
I don’t always understand what I feel. Just now coming out of the Saint Louis Art Museum’s exhibit on impressionism, I stood briefly on its front steps and freeze, inert and overcome with an unidentifiable feeling: a thrill; some ancient ache; a half recognition as if a curtain been momentarily …