time's fun when you're having rum
So it's back to school, and I feel like I'm cheating this semester, because I'm taking a creative writing workshop (that's not *school!* all they want me to do is *write!*) and two 20th century poetry classes, one on modern Irish poetry that is almost entirely Yeats and Heaney, and one on modern British poetry that is...Yeats, Heaney, and some other people. I even have to buy the same *books* for both classes, and I'm already plotting ways to write the same term paper for both. *g*
Me and Yeats are gonna be
likethis for a few weeks, here.
I have cannily noticed there are no female poets on either syllabus, and since my fourth class is Shakespeare, that means that for the first time possibly in my entire college career, *I* am the only woman writer I need to know anything about this semester. *g* I was quite startled that the British poetry class didn't have any women, but then as I ticked off Significant Modern Female Poets in my head, I couldn't think of any that weren't American, either. Of course, you've already got your Audens and your Eliots confusing the American/British issue, so you could bring in Gertrude Stein or H.D. on the same passport, I guess. But anyway.
Speaking of lesbian writers, hey, The L Word is back on! I'm way hyped about this season; 2nd was a huge leap better than 1st, and if "Labia Majora" is any indication, it's just going to keep making me happier and happier.
( this kind of happy... ) 
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