So I don't know if you all heard, but SWEET BRIAR BOOKS IS CLOSING. D ( Read more... )

ahhh ...... errrr...... welll I keep not checking or posting. I was reading Keats, this is probably the coolest introduction to a poem I've ever read. Too bad he died just as he was learning to be consistently good.
(appropriate music for reading out loud is included at the bottom.)

The Fall of Hyperion - A Dream
(By John Keats if you're still ( Read more... )

 I keep checking tons of small poetry collections out from Shields. I'm slightly concerned. I got one the other day, "Leopold's Maneuvers", by someone named Cortney Davis. Her poems seem to be mostly about sick and dying people, with a couple about giving birth and a couple about masturbating secretly and even one poem that reads as an erotic ( Read more... )

So I was walking across campus two days ago, and this dude walks up to me and is like "HEY you want a free novel?" I pull my ipod headphones out of my ear, sure that I heard him wrong. (I actually didn't hear him at all the first time he said it becuase I was busy listening to Death Metal) He hands me this book, "Wild Animus" by a dude named Rich ( Read more... )

 So I finished my introduction. Here it is. Tell me if it's shit, please, I've never written an introduction this long in my life.

( 20/21: Modernism at the Turn of Two Centuries and the New Heavy Metal )

The German language is quite convenient sometimes. You know that awkward, hard-to-define relationship you have with someone who you grew up around and know fairly well but weren't necessarily "friends"? Where the best way to describe the person in english is "that dude I grew up near with whom I am fairly well acquainted but with whom I, for some ( Read more... )

( you don't need to read this if you don't want, it's just an angry rant about contemporary poetry. )

So around the first week of music history class I'm sitting in lecture, and the professor announces we are all expected to write a single research paper that will be a significant portion of our grade for the quarter. It's supposed to be a huge, incredibly in-depth paper about some really super narrow topic. He's the kind of professor who is ( Read more... )

  So yesterday I had a rehearsal on campus at about 6:30, I brought my cello so I had to take the bus. After the rehearsal I left my cello in a locker on campus; however, the rehearsal ended at 10, and by the time I'd put my cello away it was already almost 10:15. This is only interesting and/or relevant because the last buses in the summer leave ( Read more... )

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