Belle has fleas and they keep biting me. This is the last thing I want to deal with right now. I need to take her to the vet tomorrow and I need to go to the TSU library to work on invite stuff.
Mike and I tried on wedding bands today. Everything is feeling more real. We have a wedding coordinator who will hopefully put my mind at ease.
There is still a lot of work to do — and school will get so insane. And then I need to make poetry.
Rereading S. Plath and some of her journals and her bio — and I think I want this crazy life. All I want to do & can’t live up to.
Life stops us — but we, most of anyway, keep trying.
More Popa. Just finished the book. “Little Box” did little for me, much more interested in his last book, when the poet and his ancestry come in. I loved the poem the “Other World” — and somehow I need to write a paper about why. The poem begins so strange with those cupcakes drifting down the river, and then ends on Popa trapping birds.
2007. Much of this year, in this journal, full of poems. Entries that make no sense — sometimes not even to me. An image sparks a moment of creativity and words unfold.
Some of these poems I revised/edited and versions of them ended up in my thesis. Looking back, I wish I had spent more time with some of them (especially the entries on 3/29, 4/8, 4/12. and 4/30); I love the rawness of these poems, unedited and in-the-moment. They say so much without saying anything, my obsessions at the time, trying to write a book of cohesive poems: birds, eyes, different types of flowers.
I’m not sure where the month went. I’ve been IAing for the past 2 weeks for a Brit Lit class. Very interesting. Basically, I listen to lectures and take notes. It’s making me get into the theories of the Romantic poets, wanting to reread Shelly’s Defense and Wordsworth’s Lyrical Ballads. Ideas for thesis. Three week til Ireland.