i'm back and no more prose--i layed on the stone wall around the courtyard of tarble for probably 40 minutes looking at clothier tower, and airplanes, and birds, and the geometric frame of the sky, and the sky itself, and the periphery of a branch with berries and tried not to think and thought about dances, and ross, and breathing, and being alive (my teabag must have broke at let out tiny tea confetti floating) and spending most of my life in the present. it's funny how ania's class felt dead to me today--partly because i couldn't bring myself into the class and because i had done the class so many times in another place that it felt very strange to be repeating it here---i remembered all the girls from poland doing these combinations, especially ula--she's so great. i hope i'll get to see her again if i go to poland this summer. and now i will try to write a 'thought piece' for my poli sci class or at least do some more of the reading. can i pull the slug out of my ear? here it comes...handel's messiah in my head today: every valley shall be exalted
posted by Liza 1.11.01