Thursday, September 07, 2006
I do not want to write my thesis. All I have done today is piss around with some lines of Swinburne in my head;
O swallow, sister, O rapid swallow
and;
The voice of the child's blood crying yet
Who hath remembered me? who hath forgotten?
Thou hast forgotten, O summer swallow,
But the world will end when I forget.
All of which makes me rather like Hermione. (Albeit without her haunting good looks, 'octopus intelligence', and affair with Ezra Pound.)
Ah well...
