watching this day go by out the narrow tall rectangle window, third floor of mccabe, the so-called 'electronic resource room'-- i've been fussing over an introduction and thesis for my senior comp essay for hours--it is supposedly due today at 4:30, but i think that's going to be extended one, two, or three. begin the analysis! awash in the conceptual, linked in my head to the concrete but not written down.
love in the body: the soft surfaces of flesh, waves and calms of breath
i have all these lines from yerma still floating around my head--where do you come from, my love, my child. where the water runs, and the earth bears grain.
the sheep in their pens, and the women in their houses.
posted by Liza 14.4.03