I will put Chaos into fourteen lines

what a time to be alive

*screams*

tried to have a writing session, couldn’t focus, couldn’t formulate sentences, so decided to update my dh poetry site instead. because i hadn’t touched it in over a year lmao. transcribed, (lightly) annotated, and uploaded (8) poems. all thesis poems, but still something. been needing to get back on the poetry site train in prep for phd apps anyway so 🙃

dogsitting work station ft. penny

Bill Wandless, "Narrative Pain and the Moral Sense: Towards an Ethics of Suffering in the Long Eighteenth Century"

NIGHT's dewy Orb, that o'er yon limpid stream     Its silent light in soft refulgence throws;     Yon limpid stream, whose quiv'ring bosom shows The tender radiance of the silv'ry beam:

Yon tangled wood, whose high and waving head     Hangs o'er the dashing torrent's frothy source; Which wildly bounding from its pebbly bed,     Thro' the lone valley winds its dimpling course;

Have oft, full oft, been witness to my woe,     When cold neglect, false hopes, and jealous fears, The RUBY DROPS that in my bosom glow,     With icy touch transform'd to CRYSTAL TEARS; DEAR PRECIOUS GEMS, still shall your rays impart, The brightest lustre of THE FEELING HEART.

messy table chic

one of my (3) drinks for tonight’s work session

a baby boy.

day 457 of me writing about the same sonnet <3 

me finally emailing my prof after avoiding him for 2 months because i still don't have a chapter for him