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

[alovablemess.livejournal.com]

I also love Wuthering Heights, Female Author, Cinderella and Danse Macabre. I miss your writing my love. I am going to read some of your fics now. I am glad you are home and I'm thrilled about your new job. You deserve every bit of this. You're a wonderful person.