11.25

"I had to tell a student to stop sniffing the magic marker.
I had to take it away."

11.10

The feasibility of success in my ongoing grad-ap project is certainly questionable.

But, to quote Browning:

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp
or what's a heaven for?

11.7 +1/2

Keats

Christopher Howell

When Keats, at last beyond the curtain
of love’s distraction, lay dying in his room
on the Piazza di Spagna, the melody of the Bernini
Fountain “filling him like flowers,”
he held his breath like a coin, looked out
into the moonlight and thought he saw snow.
He did not suppose it was fever or the body’s
weakness turning the mind. He thought, “England!”
and there he was, secretly, for the rest
of his improvidently short life: up to his neck
in sleigh bells and the impossibly English cries
of street vendors, perfect
and affectionate as his soul.
For days the snow and statuary sang him so far
beyond regret that if now you walk rancorless
and alone there, in the piazza, the white shadow
of his last words to Severn, “Don’t be frightened,”
may enter you.

11.7

11.6

me: yaaaaaaaaayyyyy
sushi
I looooooove sushi
and losing hole punchers

Alexis: I love my eye