I think I know what a sestina is, but I definitely don't know a villanelle. Cool name though. Off to wikipedia I go. I realise one of the reasons that I'd be fucked in a poetry-writing class is that I don't have anything to say that I think is worth putting in a poem. It seems to call for either exalted topic or just plain high quality. I mean, when I write.

Spending time on the phone with Colin kinda helped the melancholy. But that will probably wear off within the hour. I'm a stupid emotional limp dishrag these days.

It seems to call for either exalted topic or just plain high quality. I mean, when I write.

My sonnet was about snot. Villanelle 1 is about not talking. Villanelle 2 is about heartbeats. I don't have any ideas for Villanelle 3. Sestina 1 is about someone stealing an ipod. None of this is exalted.

Oh, I don't judge people by the same stupid rules.

As some of you will know -- it's a bit chilly here today so even though I had grand plans of all the errands I was going to run. . . well, I did one: I was offered a lift to the grocery store and I took it. Then I decided to spend the rest of the day in the relative warmth of my home.

I re-watched While You were Sleeping and realized that the shape of Peter Gallagher's career to me is:
1st Sex, Lie and Videotape
2nd While You were Sleeping and
3rd The O.C.

I'm just running out of things to write about. Also, I need to memorize and recite a poem. I'm deciding between Lucille Clifton and Judy Grahn.

I'm so unable to memorize shit that I think I should really go with Dr. Suess.

the shape of Peter Gallagher's career

And really the middle step is unnecessary to me.

I missed the first part of Gallagher's career, but I'm oddly fond of that middle step. I have some of a girlcrush on whatsername.

For dinner I ended up making linguine with chicken and peas, in a garlic and olive oil sauce with a dash of lemon.

Yeah, it was pretty good.

That sounds delish!

ita, do you ever read thrillers? I'm reading a Lee Child book, and thought of you, because there's always a fair amount of hand-to-hand fighting, extensively described.

As an English major, I'm pretty sure I should know what a Villanelle is, but I don't.

I had a massage this morning. You would think I would feel badly when the masseuse told me that it would take a whole other session to get rid of the knots in my upper back and shoulders, but I felt incredibly validated. ("See, I was really tense!") Even if he didn't get all the knots out I felt totally blissed out when I left. But of course then I ran into someone who totally harshed my mellow, and that set the tone for the rest of the day.