Thursday, May 20
fifteen 1sp pages written, something like five to go, most of them basically prewritten already:
intro and brief biographical bit (each roughly 1 page)
wrapping-up of stylistic analysis > fun edward hicks comparison > historiography-bating conclusion (around 2.5 pages all told)
optional "coda: henri rousseau is a sad clown" (less than a page)
and it's still awll good. laura's here now (with orangutans in tow), but i'll be able to wrap up tonight and still get some sleep before we turn this place from a pigst[ud]y into a monkeyhaven tomorrow. (the pretty piñaniñas are on my worktable.)
oh yeah, so the goal (like really no sweat) is to finish my paperin' before alex the hobo does. (hear me buddy? it's a race.)
gonna go get some food mmhmm. later!
oh, p.s. - did it ever occur to you that those famous guitar hiccups in the chorus to "creep" are actually saying "fucking!…fucking!"? that's poetry.
(except on the radio version, where they're saying "very!…very!")
life's a draayeeyaaheeyaag