I was at Barnes and Nobles with my friend S last night, and we were both in dour moods, and looking at poetry because we don't know how to read poetry and trying to make fun of it. Only there was Neruda and Bukowski and now we are kind of in love. So that is my goal for the new year, along with my booklist: To read a book of poetry. I have a Emily Dickinson collection, but it's too bulky to read on the metro, so maybe once I get back to the city, I'll buy a collection of Bukowski or something. (And I know, I mean he's a pretty good read, but God who'd want to be such an asshole?)
currently listening to:
Sandcastle Disco
Solange Knowles & The Hadley Street Dreams
-t
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