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Note to self: Do actual updates about my life on the weekend, when I'll have time. The whole point of restarting this LJ thing, even when no one reads it, is so I'll actually remember my life later, since I seem to have a very difficult time sometimes remembering things that I don't write down.

It'd be okay if I forgot most of this week, though. It's just me failing to get stuff done, over and over. Urgh.

'Eros Turannos' by Edwin Arlington RobinsonCollapse )


I leave my rage to the sea and the sun

Yeah, tonight's gonna be another short entry. I'm tired and cold and I've been awake since 4:30. I hate the end of the semester, I really do. I just have to get through this week, though, and things should calm down a bit. So that'll be good.

Anyway! Tonight's poem is one of those that I found floating around the internet and liked. One of the good things about keeping a log of them like this is that hopefully one day, when I have the time to do some pleasure reading again, I'll be able to look back at these entries and track down some of these poets and read more of their work.

'They Lied' by Ellen BassCollapse )

Jeezy creezy, the physicality of this. I love it.

Another perfect catastrophe

Gah. I must assume that I will get through this semester having finished all my papers and whatnot, but at this point I don't know how it will happen. Argh.

Well, that's enough of that. For tonight's poem, I thought I'd go for something completely different: something written this century! Something that comes with a spoken performance!

'What Women Deserve' by Sonya ReneeCollapse )


You forget the ordinary

TGIF, world, TGIF. It was my last German Romance class today, which made me kind of sad. It was fun, though; Prof. S. brought pastries and juice and stuff, and we pretty much just sat around and chatted. A couple guys in the class talked about their papers, we argued about film adaptations of Beowulf and King Arthur stories, we talked about the quarter system....it was just fun. Teaching went okay today, too. The presentations today were quite good--some of those kids are pretty good actors. I got all the papers graded, even their in-class compositions, and then I pulled a brief Jeopardy game out of my ass that took up all the remaining time. I also introduced one of my students to Rifftrax, which is to say that she ranted in her in-class composition about how much Twilight sucked, I wrote "rifftrax.com" in the margins, she said, "What's rifftrax.com?" To which I said, "Have you ever seen Mystery Science Theatre 3000?" She had not. I finally said, a bit awkwardly, "They make fun of movies." Sometimes I feel I have an excess of nerdiness. Eh. Whatever, my students already probably think I'm a loser, what's a little more loser-ness on the pile?

So! Poetry! I'm jumping forward, like, seven hundred years, to some gnomic verses from the Exeter book. What can I say, I just have a thing for wisdom literature.

'Gnomic Verses ll. 71-99' by...someoneCollapse )

Its gender roles are pretty 10th century, but what can I say, it's got a nice turn of phrase. A propos of nothing, I just finished watching Mostly Martha, and the actress playing the main character's boss is named "Sibylle Canonica." That is a fantastic name.

Of these, I confess, I once wrote

Gah. I have no interest in doing any of the things I need to do, which is more than a bit problematic. :-( Tonight might be one of the nights on which I say, "Aw, screw it" and just go to bed. I swear, the number of words I've misspelled since beginning this post is embarrassing enough that I begin to think that maybe I just shouldn't do anything requiring brain power for the rest of the evening. Maybe I'm psychically transferring all my brain power to my mom so she can win at Quiz Bowl this year. Go, Perry and the Masons!

Since I seem to be on a roll with posting classical poetry, here's a little something by Faltonia Betitia Proba.

'God Creates the Seasons' by ProbaCollapse )

So, this poem is made up entirely of quotes from Virgil. The remix has been around for a long, long time.


Information takes the place of your dreams

I've had a weird taste in my mouth for the last couple of days. I have a few theories as to why, some more plausible than others.

1) I scraped a layer of cells off my tongue when I ate those salt and vinegar potato chips from Jimmy John's the other day, and now I'm experiencing a similar phenomenon to when you burn your tongue and everything tastes funny. It sounds implausible that I would have scraped a bunch of cells off without feeling it, and my tongue doesn't hurt or anything, but it does seem like the weird taste thing started after I ate that Vito. I'm just saying.
2) I'm coming down with something. This is actually very plausible, since it's the end of the semester and I'm not sleeping well and I'm constantly tired and today my throat hurt. Solution: MORE ORANGE SLUSH. There can never be too much.
3) I have one of those infections that cause bad breath. I hope this isn't the case, because then I really will have to get off my ass and find a dentist in North Carolina I like to help me out.
4) I'm tasting some sort of change in the air. That would be cool, like maybe I'm tasting the weather changing or the lower levels of pollen or something. Maybe I'm turning into a superpower.

Yeah, honestly, I really don't know. I just hope it goes away soon.

So continuing my trend of the last couple of nights of going classical for my poetry, here's one of my favorite elegies by Propertius. Unlike most of his elegies, it has nothing to do with love. It and the following poem are kind of a weird way to end his first book of elegies, but hey, that's just how Sextus Propertius rolls.

'Elegy 1.21' by PropertiusCollapse )

I don't know what it is about that poem I find so memorable, but it's stuck with me for a while now. I think I read it for the first time my sophomore year of college, and for some reason I thought it would make for a cool song if somebody wanted to put it to music and stick it on, like, a folk album or something. Maybe it's the way the "you" has to face Gallus--"Yeah, I know it's unpleasant that I'm dying here, but you owe it to me to look me in the eye." Maybe it's the contrast between the "you"'s relatives, who will be rejoicing, and "you"'s tears when he tells Acca what happened to her brother. Maybe it's the tragic cruelty of fate that got Gallus through Caesar's army only to let him fall to some stranger, maybe someone in his own army who wanted his gear or something like that. Maybe it's the mental image of Acca wandering the hills in the aftermath, searching among the dead for her brother. I don't know--for a short poem, it's been giving me food for thought and emotional reflection for about six years now.


So what was really awesome about yesterday was that I started the day with 2 members of my exam committee and ended it with--I'm pretty sure, barring misunderstandings or some kind of wild drama--all five. This is pretty big for me. The whole "contacting faculty and asking them to do stuff for me" is terrifying for me. You'd think, having been at college for almost seven years now, I'd be over it, but no matter how often I tell myself, "I got a good grade in their class!" "Being on exam committees is part of faculty members' job!" "They're very nice people--even if they say no, they won't be mean or pissed-off about it!" and such things, it's still a pretty big ordeal sending those e-mails out, as my mom, who had to do some virtual hand-holding over the phone, can testify. But anyway, everyone seemed willing to do it, and I've got meetings lined up with just about everyone I need to be meeting with, so, you know. I'm taking some steps towards, you know, achieving those grad school goals, so that's good. I feel like I'm gonna be as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs for the next few weeks, though.

Fragment 82 by SapphoCollapse )

Way harsh, Sappho. Way harsh.

Sometimes it just turns out that way

So, today was a good day, I think, but very long. And now my e-mail won't work in Firefox. What's up with that?

'Travellers' Rest' by AnyteCollapse )


As long as I breathe, I'll call you my own

Today was another episode in the "Caitlin is incompetent at arranging her own life" show. In order to spark my productivity and do a little research for my Latin paper, I decided I'd take the old laptop down to campus, so I drove, parked in the public lot on Franklin Street, and enjoyed the 15-to-20-minute walk to my office. Along the way, I felt at my backpack pocket, where I often keep my wallet, and didn't feel it. Crap, I thought. I must have left it in my windbreaker pocket from when I went grocery shopping yesterday. I tried to remember if I'd put it back in my backpack or not--or if I'd even worn my jacket yesterday or not. Darn. Well, anyway, I could still get work done in my office. I finally made it to the building, and...realized that I'd left my office keys back in the car. I couldn't even get into the building. So, sans wallet and key, all I could really do is go to the library, not checking anything out...and, well, I thought I'd might as well go home and work there. So I drove home, paranoid the whole time that I would get pulled over without my wallet and license. Then, when I got back, I looked around in all my jacket pockets for my wallet without finding it. Finally, I thought, "...No. No, it couldn't be." But I looked, and lo! My wallet had been in my backpack the whole time. So, yeah, that was just a huge waste of time. Like so many things I do.

I feel like I've seen this poem around the various social media outlets I frequent, and I liked it, so I thought, what the heck?

'What Lot’s Wife Would Have Said (If She Wasn’t A Pillar of Salt)' by Karen FinneyfrockCollapse )

I come down on the line of interpreting the passage in question as the Sodomites getting wiped out because they were inhospitable and didn't care about the poor, but this: "Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors/ are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god" is a great line.