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The occasional acid flashback
I appear to be sick. This is also true of several people on my friendlist, but it is medically impossible for me to have caught it from any of them, so Mercury is just in the sixth house or something.
I have no idea if one is actually supposed to see The Big Lebowski (1998) while sober and eating strawberries and condensed milk, but since the movie left me with the surprisingly vivid impression that I'd spent the last two hours stoned anyway, I don't think it matters very much. Credit goes to Viking Zen and Rob, who decided to fix my ignorance of this essential piece of American culture. It certainly explains some oft-quoted lines in college.
I have found a poem I don't remember writing. It's sort of a summary version of Amores 1.1; the creation date is October 28, 2003, so I must have written it during the translation course I took my first semester at Yale, but I don't believe the entire elegy was one of the passages assigned. The first four lines, yes; their straighter translation is part of the same file, along with three lines from Book 3 of the Metamorphoses. I assume I did the other version for my own entertainment, but I can't tell what I meant to do with it. Is it complete? Did I turn it in? (I hope I got useful feedback.) Why did I love ellipses so much?
Arma, or some other way that epics
begin: battles, everything that hexameters
are good for, that's what I had in mind.
But Cupid's laughing at me, sitting here
over my dactylic couplets gone suddenly
uneven, one foot abstracted . . . I wonder
what the word is, with which elegies begin.
Needless to say, I have not yet figured that out.
I have no idea if one is actually supposed to see The Big Lebowski (1998) while sober and eating strawberries and condensed milk, but since the movie left me with the surprisingly vivid impression that I'd spent the last two hours stoned anyway, I don't think it matters very much. Credit goes to Viking Zen and Rob, who decided to fix my ignorance of this essential piece of American culture. It certainly explains some oft-quoted lines in college.
I have found a poem I don't remember writing. It's sort of a summary version of Amores 1.1; the creation date is October 28, 2003, so I must have written it during the translation course I took my first semester at Yale, but I don't believe the entire elegy was one of the passages assigned. The first four lines, yes; their straighter translation is part of the same file, along with three lines from Book 3 of the Metamorphoses. I assume I did the other version for my own entertainment, but I can't tell what I meant to do with it. Is it complete? Did I turn it in? (I hope I got useful feedback.) Why did I love ellipses so much?
Arma, or some other way that epics
begin: battles, everything that hexameters
are good for, that's what I had in mind.
But Cupid's laughing at me, sitting here
over my dactylic couplets gone suddenly
uneven, one foot abstracted . . . I wonder
what the word is, with which elegies begin.
Needless to say, I have not yet figured that out.
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What are you sick with? Unless it's textile-worker's byssinosis, you didn't get it from me. I have been dealing with an arrythmia since 4:30 this morning that seems very happy to be where it is and not respond to anything like an arrhythmia-controlling drug, though, so I feel your metaphorical pain.
*hugs*
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What? Are you at the doctor's?
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It'll fix itself when it wants to. *shrug* until then I have a vast array of life-preservcing pharmaceuticals, I just feel tired and woobly.
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