Wednesday, December 10, 2008

End of semester—exhaustion. Finished my final paper, and it wasn’t what it should be. But then, I always think those final papers at the point I hand them in are really a starting point, and not an end point. So, perhaps I have the start of something.

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I’ve been sad since my mother sent me the news that Dorothy Porter is gone—too soon. I have a number of friends who knew her much better than I, but she is someone that I admired, and wanted more of.

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Leave tomorrow for Frankfurt, then Bulgaria. I guess there’ll be a lot of sleep on the place.

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Anticipating lying on Australian ground, trying to figure out what Anne Carson is doing with error, and exactly makes it different from how other poets might choose error.

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Packing, now. Triage: must take, can take, don’t need to take.