Public PoetryI think I've just had my first real wander through this bizarre 'blog' world – mixed feelings. It really does feel somewhat odd to be jumping from one distinctly personal (or at least personalized) snippett of someone's life to the next. Appears you can do this with people you have never met and never will – this is undeniably bizarre. Mixed feelings because now all of a sudden there's some stupid element of pressure to produce something poetic. This impression is probably for the most part due to swede i suppose, which isn't all that surprising. The man is a poet, however much he thinks he's a scientist (ooo…that's not gonna go down well). Still, Helen's got her own sumptuously abstract musings, and Floppy's carries his own dry poignancy in a poetic kind of way. And hope other people I know aren't offended that I haven't commented on their blogs. Fact is I can't be arsed and I've said what I wanted to say. Point feels at bit rinsed now anyway. Enough arse-licking.
Wrestling with one of the 3 easter essays; different sources say contradictory things and textbooks are too simple or non-committal to be of any use.
[Got to end this now on brothers comp + late…get back to it]