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I went to see Anne Carson read from her poetry tonight. I had heard of her before, and since A had to go to the reading anyway for class, I decided to tag along. Carson read a few classical Roman poems she'd translated (into English, and into modernity), one of her longer pieces, and some of what she called "short talks," which I would describe as the haiku of prose, basically a few sentences each with a strong poetic element as far as the diction and syntax, but with no meter.

On the way out, I stopped to buy "The Beauty of the Husband" from the pretty blond girl at the door booth. She was cute, and I kinda regret not asking her out, seeing how she's the first really attractive (not just "kinda cute") girl I've seen in months. (Yes, months.) I definitely need to find more excuses to go over to the College Park area/campus.






I'm kinda thinking I will call up E and apologize. Still don't think we'll actually be friends anymore, but at least maybe we'll both feel a little better about the ending.