Sunday, November 18, 2012

May 3 - Romanticism

It's Romantic...
Storm and stress.  Sandy and college applications.  Certain English poets whom she idolizes would be proud.  Not fully remembering the Romantic movement from sophomore english and history, she declines to say which ones.
She reads Puritan religious epics, a gay fantasia on national themes, social psychology.  All by candle light.  She marvels that it can be colder inside the house than outside.
(in a fit of madness, she throws her windows open and shouts King Lear into the storm)
Roy was right; life is some crazy sandstorm in space.  It attacks from every angle and it rips you to bits.
Sand Storm: sandy storm; storm, sandy; hurricane sandy.
A metaphor more apt than ever she cleverly thinks.

She is very alone.  And possibly drunk.
on what she does not know.

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