I'm loving the sun (though soaking it is an ambition I leave exclusively to pop-rock princesses) and I'm loving how it's not hot. Spring lives up to the hype, more often than not, I find. But the supreme irony lies in the fact that it's the busiest, most deadline-crunchy time for us students.
Spring elegies. Heath says that Wordsworth wrote Resolution and Independence as a spring elegy, where nature is lovely but inside he's hurting and troubled. I can't be bothered to look for the reference - which is a problem when writing for Uni: I belong to the tribe that has to internalize and write or, failing that, be stuck and messy.
Am having fun converting one of the short prose pieces I had written for Creative Writing into terza rima. I love how it coils and uncoils back and forth with each middle-line exploding into a rhyme for the next stanza like a double-agent.
Poetry is fun and it reminds me that time needs to be made and crafted for you, it isn't going to come to you by itself. I hope this wise, earthy tone is understood by any who read it as tongue-in-cheek. I'm just reshuffling things around into a pleasing shape to please myself and nobody else.
Truth be told, I'm a bit stuck as to what to do next today. Yes, it's a Sunday and things are always like this. Free time can leave you spoilt for choice, which means you end up doing very little. This is given a real dimension and extended throughout the rest of the week: as having to study/cram for finals at least lets you switch from one literary era to another without guilt.
I think I could get into Shelley seriously though. The problem with the first generation of the Romantics was that they just lived for too long. I want Shelley's bullshitty nonconformism and genuine enthusiasm. He may have been a prodigy, but he never carried the premonition of death around him like Keats, it just happened. But give me Byron's anti-Romantic Romanticism any day.
Overall I'm feeling quite good: the panic is in the backburner and after I eat I will write and then read. Watching PulpSecret, the comics show on youtube (am really missing Erislaughs! Hope her hiatus doesn't go on for much longer) and I'm getting a bit of a buzz from their interviews with artists at the New York con. Still have no idea as to how my ambitions re writing/drawing are gonna pan out. Keats is handy here - wonder what would have happened were TB not to set in?