Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld

re-reading the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice after Atwood's cycle of poems on the subject really changes things... where else, you wonder, is selfishness mistaken for love; freedom disguised as death..

"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me,"

when we wept, simultaneously, and couldn't continue

"...ever."

Well, English Breakfast is for breakfast, and Earl Grey is for tea

- Ronnie

Beautiful Vancouver

sick and tired of the way The Walrus/Canadians write(s) about Quebec..

this is some sort of maniacal neurosis that really, really has to be put aside

for a moment, in bed, i literally lost all sense of where i was.. i couldn't ground myself

... opened a book of poetry on the airplane and felt my heart combust while trailing along that quiet line of gunpowder

the discomfort of lacking an academic voice coupled with this absurd paralysis; this inability to work through a piece... to write