Blogging is the gift that keeps on giving!

Here's to mothering two new blogs: Marc and Randy from Arizona! I am so proud of you both! And, of course I have to give props to my own blog mother, the wonderful Tina. Without you, dear, where would we be? Perhaps studying, but that is besides the point.

In other news, I am feeling somewhat better now. Today was rough though, for the most part. I couldn't sleep last night on account of being all feverish and sniffley and having slept for 3 and a half hours in the afternoon, so I ended up staying awake until after five in the morning working on my poetry translation for Baudelaire's Le Gouffre. It turned out pretty well, I think... but that is not the point. Anyways, so I slept till about ten this morning, which funnily is the latest I've slept in so far this entire school year. I don't know how this happened, but somehow I have become a morning bird. It is very odd. Except for now that I am sick! Oye, my sleep schedule is just all wacky.

I went to poetry class this morning till 1, where the teacher kept stopping every once in a while as I looked like I was going to die to ask me if I was sure I wanted to stay in class. I insisted that I was okay to stay for class, although I don't think he was convinced, since I kept wincing and pressing my palms to my cheeks. But I wanted to stay since I was going to present selected Louise Gluck (pronounced "glick") poems to the class. She is an incredible poet. I thank my beautiful roommate Bea for having introduced me to her work, and I *highly* recommend to you to check out her compilations: The Wild Iris and Meadowlands. They are stunning. If you can't get your hands on them, then at least look up some of her poems online -- in particular: Clear Morning, Love in Moonlight, Song, Daisies, White Rose, and Vespers: Parousia. These are the poems that I printed out for my class, although we only had time to talk about a couple of them. It astounds me how resistant the people in my poetry class (perhaps my teacher in particular who leads the discussion) are to talking about poetry in relation to faith. One of the many things that draws me to Gluck's poetry is her capacity for talking about God and faith in modern and real language. But when we discussed her writing (as well as my poetry that we workshopped) it seems like everybody is limited to thinking about the writing as a metaphor for poetic expression, rather than talking about God and faith and religion. It is very frustrating. This world can be so closed....

By the way, Krass: if you read this site at all, Gluck is a professor at Williams College. Go check her out!!!

This afternoon, I skipped out on my botany lab in favor of sleeping for a couple of hours. I still felt all sore throaty and fevery when I woke up. Luckily there are drugs! Yay! I took some advil and then by the time dinner came around I think my fever had gone down. So that is good. Now I just need to take advantage of the fact that I feel better to actually get some work done. *sigh* Why whyyyy is there so much homework?

Let's get crackin'...