Monday, November 30, 2015

I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake / Hand-in-hand in the Beverly Center like man, not givin' a damn who sees me

I've been in London for almost two weeks now. I get lost easily but I've mastered layering and am rereading too many things - "The Politics of Translation" and Walt Whitman and bits of Camera Lucida and sort of wondering if I should reread Hamlet, just for the fuck of it, but then I remember that I'm in London and not very far from the Globe Theatre and I feel embarrassed. This morning I accidentally read a Sylvia Plath poem and the whole experience made me uncomfortable. This is my confession.

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