i have slept all day again. this time, due to stomach cramps so severe this morning that i passed out on the floor a few times. i thought better than to go to work.
i had uncomfortably vivid dreams all day, maybe it was the heat, maybe not.
one thing i am finding with my poetry reading, is that the more i re-read the poems, the more time i spend with them, the greater the intimacy and understanding and feeling with them becomes. it's more like listening to music than reading a novel.
Desire
Nor
desire
but together
a flower
desire
I was happy
Sappho
i like to re-read them so i can see them better, feel them better, know them better.
it is very different to narrative.
in other news - i desperately want to reorganise my bookselves. only i don't have the space to move things like i want to. this is problematic. problematic indeed.
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