Was also reading Pavlova awhile back and though I don’t agree with everything she says, I really like that bit about Yuri Gagarin. And this: Not to envy others is easy. It is difficult not to feel pleased when they envy you.
Progress report: one poem (still) scares me, another makes me want to kick myself in the (nonexistent) nads, and another I’ve tried practicing reading out loud. Productivity level was inversely proportional to yesterday’s.
Life report: Right now, very upset. 1.) Poet I used to idolize turned out to be a shoddy shod (don’t bother asking who or what or why) + really awkward feelings for someone I know following a recent revelation (no, no attraction. Just a teensy level of disgust and maybe a lot of resentment. Which is weird). 2.) Long letter I sent to my friend via snail mail did a Houdini and said friend received it WITH NO WRITING. And that, dear everyone, is why you should NEVER EVER EVER EVER USE ERASABLE INK when writing a Really Important Letter (the contents of which, since it was written a month ago, escapes my overused memory banks). I feel really bad about this since said erasable pen never failed me up until this point. My friend tried all means to decipher it (“heat on the stove, craypas, pencil, pastel, eraser”). Yes, I know, there’s the internet, why bother with snail mail, right? I don’t know. I’m sentimental that way. I like giving people I really care about something they can keep and hold. Something there. Not something dependent on the battery life of a laptop or the kerning of a font.