Never in my life would I think I would be tired of words. I am tired of the words of King Arthur that span six centuries. There are only so many ways of telling the story of the quest for the Sangrail before I begin to grow weary and weep like the pansy Lancelot did when Arthur and Guinivere died. Contemporary literature is getting a little too contemporary and surreal. It is almost like looking at deathly dark clouds against a bright blue sky. You know it is coming, it is just a matter of time. Read some Ngugi or Allende if you don't believe me. The cursor mocks me in more ways than some of you will ever understand when i sit down to work on my creative project or attempt to explicate this quote from Book A and link it to Book B while at the same time keeping the main idea of my paragraph coherent with the thesis of my paper making sure i don't wander, which i tend to do, thus resulting in a C which makes me feel like less of a human being. Beat me, publicly humiliate me, just please don't tell me I am a mediocre writer. But then that is the reason I get the C isn't it? So i won't be a mediocre writer and do better next time. Thanks for the encouragement, but I still feel like shit when I see that horrible letter.
I am also very grateful of these reading experiences. I would have never read Devil on the Cross, The House of the Spirits, The Winter King, Fire Next Time, or Ceremony otherwise, and that would have been misfortunate. I would have never worked on my "Shakespeare" story either and I am very proud of how that is turning out (perhaps I will post it one day when i have gotten a little more out of it). I have gotten very positive feedback from very well educaded people on that story and that is the best feeling in the world. Having someone who has a PHD from Columbia tell you they really enjoy your story and that she read part of it over the phone to her movie critic husband who lives in New York and he thought it was good as well is the best damned feeling in the world. They do not make a drug that can replace that feeling in any lab, be it Eli Lilly or a trailer in Saucier.
Well, now you must excuse me, I have only 3 more books left to read before the semester is over......