Been a crazy week. After my last post I had a paper and a presentation due in Shakespearen Tragedy in Film to finish. I wrote and presented on Grigori Kozintsev's movie Hamlet. It's a Soviet film and it is phenomenal. I watched it like three times. It was filmed in black and white in a way only Russians could do it and he took out religion almost completely. SO good.
Friday TJ, Dan, Nick, and I jumped in TJ's car and went to Morgan's house. Morgan is one of the fiction writers in the program and since she doesn't know anybody (admittedly we poets kinda keep to ourselves) she decided to have everybody over. It was a lot of fun. I hung out in the kitchen and watched Morgan's Russian boyfriend Ivan (who had an awesome blond mane and used to be a bartender in a speakeasy) mixing drinks. Once they busted out the weed I moved to the front room and spent the last little bit hanging out in there. We've got some cool people in the program. I remember Andrew and Charles the most because Andrew is one of those guys you know every girl is gonna be in love with (Sophie admitted being in love with him till finding out he has a girlfriend) and Charles is obsessed with Cuba, which is funny because Nick just wrote a poem called "Cuba" which isn't about Cuba but about a Brazilian man that Nick worked with in a butcher shop. I won't scar you with the actual subject matter of "Cuba" but know that it is absolutely terrible and horrendously hilarious. It helps that I think Nick is one of the funniest people ever, especially once he's got one or two in him. Anyways, TJ was a very dedicated designated driver and got us all home safe and sound.
Then I spent all day Saturday with one of the greatest people walking this planet:
Laura Domenica Marostica
We met at the Boston Common at noon and spent the day seeing sights. We walked part of the Freedom Trail, I showed her Mother Goose's grave, we went to Quincy Market, I showed her campus, then we went to Mr. Bartley's burger place (I got the Tom Brady, she got the Guy Fieri), then we went to the Grolier Poetry Bookshop, checked out Harvard, went back to Quincy Market to buy giant cookies, went shopping (yay for a female second opinion), and went to see Wall Street (which, besides the fact that half of the stock market jargon made no sense to us, wasn't too bad). Then we went to church on Sunday and she headed off.
Then I spent most of this week's free time working on my midterm paper for Contemporary American Poetry. I wrote about Frank O'Hara's use of color as a means of creating separation, specifically in "Why I Am Not A Painter" and "A Step Away From Them." I'm sure you don't care, but I kinda do. Well...not really. It was just the only poet we've gone over in class so far that I really love. Today I found out that for my extra graduate-level final project I can do some translations from English into Portuguese. I ran that by Bonnie today after class and she thought it would be cool. Plus I'd only have to do one poem, so if I choose the right person and the right poem it could potentially be (relatively) easy. Then again, I always give myself too much credit. If nothing else, I'm still loving homework this semester.
So, yeah, that's kinda it. Tomorrow I'm working in the creative writing office with Caroline and then headed down into the dungeon to work on Agni with Bill (who is awesome, by the way. Greatest internship ever). Other than that it's gonna be a weekend of sleep, cold medicine, and writing. I love my life.
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