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Apr. 30th, 2004 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anotherusedpageSometimes being completely disorganised has unexpected advantages. Like, I thought my tute was at ten o clock tomorrow morning and that I was therefore screwed. But it turns out it's not til five in the evening. Which means I'll probably be late for the Mikado again, but at least I'll have time to work for it.
Had a really good time withforeverdirt this afternoon. We seem to have scarily huge amounts in common. It was just slightly weird at first, but then there was much laughter, and then it was five o clock and we'd sucessfully distracted each other from working for the entire afternoon. For which I heartily appologise
However, I had a very productive(!) session in the library(!!) this morning(!!!) and got a lot done on Reader Response and Deconstruction and other exciting things, so yeah... I still don't know exactly what I'm going to do tomorrow, but I've got loads of time tomorrow to think about it, which is good.
I also wrote down some random Sandman thoughts I had while in the library. It's some of the Endless thinking about literary theory - Death, Destruction, Delirium, Despair and Desire, in that order. I was trying to make it a perfect 100 words (hence the lack of Dream and Destiny). But I think it came out at 101.
Shakespeare has taken my hand once before, but I wait for him a second time. Rushdie evades me, though he stands in my shadow twice over
I hide in deconstruction. They say I am as important as creation now.
THe tExt iS OpEn. aLl MEaniNgs aT oNCe. It dOEsN't maKE sEnSe! iS theRe a WorD fOr wHEn woRDs sTop wORkinG?
Language is a mirror held to reality. I watch from behind every mirror. Language is a fractured mirror, and I stare back a thousand times over. Language is a flawed tool, and I wait behind every sentence.
You know you desire meaning.
Had a really good time with
foreverdirt this afternoon. We seem to have scarily huge amounts in common. It was just slightly weird at first, but then there was much laughter, and then it was five o clock and we'd sucessfully distracted each other from working for the entire afternoon. For which I heartily appologiseHowever, I had a very productive(!) session in the library(!!) this morning(!!!) and got a lot done on Reader Response and Deconstruction and other exciting things, so yeah... I still don't know exactly what I'm going to do tomorrow, but I've got loads of time tomorrow to think about it, which is good.
I also wrote down some random Sandman thoughts I had while in the library. It's some of the Endless thinking about literary theory - Death, Destruction, Delirium, Despair and Desire, in that order. I was trying to make it a perfect 100 words (hence the lack of Dream and Destiny). But I think it came out at 101.
Shakespeare has taken my hand once before, but I wait for him a second time. Rushdie evades me, though he stands in my shadow twice over
I hide in deconstruction. They say I am as important as creation now.
THe tExt iS OpEn. aLl MEaniNgs aT oNCe. It dOEsN't maKE sEnSe! iS theRe a WorD fOr wHEn woRDs sTop wORkinG?
Language is a mirror held to reality. I watch from behind every mirror. Language is a fractured mirror, and I stare back a thousand times over. Language is a flawed tool, and I wait behind every sentence.
You know you desire meaning.