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6.15.4

First day in California

jet-lagged
whirlwind
howl of the caltrain from out the window

Catullus: Poems of Love and Hate was a disappointment, or is it that I'm constitutionally incapable of enjoying poetry in translation? Apart, that is, from certain very specific examples.

Either way, I enjoyed the Otis and Amos show over any number of "shit-smeared sheets."

Despite my best instincts (see above) I want this: Landscape with Rowers. Via ambivalence

On a different note: Given the choice between a handmade custom-fitted couture dress or German lessons, wouldn't it be criminal not to choose the lessons... yet I continue to drool over Morgane LeFay

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Happy Bloomsday!

"the World Wildlife Fund videotape ... shows a young woman hugging the sculpture, while a man who is with her jabs at a piece on the base with his toe. When the piece comes loose, the woman runs. The man follows -- then returns, grabs the dislodged section, and disappears."

"I thought everyone would love my bear. I thought they were so totally cool that people would really love them and not hurt any of them" -- oh God that's sad!

But how did you feel about M. J. Engh?

All poetry is in translation.





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