adolescence of recrudescence

[recrudescence]

I rediscovered a bunch of poetry books, which has proven to be pretty preoccupying. I was planning on being productive this weekend, since I was in NYC last week--saw Altar Boyz for a damn good price, went in the Church of Scientology, had some excellent Chinese food, among other things--but nostalgia is not to be underestimated. Reading "The Waste Land" is a worthy pursuit, right?

If you like pretty-but-mildly-creepy songs and/or Sylvia Plath, have a song.

Fisher: Mad Girl's Love Song

And the actual poem, which I knew backwards and forwards when I was fifteen or so.

Also, Licia drew Olivia Wilde for my fake birthday. Go forth and pay tribute!

Comments

[triedunture.livejournal.com]

They really did.

I also facepalmed. And the worst part was, my theatre companion didn't get it. He was like, "Why's everyone laughing so loudly?"

[recrudescence.livejournal.com]

That's the one thing that bugged me the most, that sometimes the line between poking fun at stereotypes and just plain shamelessness got a bit blurred. But other than that, I had a blast.