I think journals were supposed to be due today. Ah, well. I guess I'll print mine out and turn it in next week. As for today's entry, it shall be very short. I must finish reading a few cantos of Dante's Inferno, and then I must go to work from five until eleven.

Talk about going from one hell to another... Jeez.

2-8-95

I went to Bei Dao's poetry reading today. It was nothing at all like Hiromi Ito's. First off, he and Jerome Rothenberg read so many poems. They were short, but there were so many of them. I've always thought that power-packed pieces of poetry should be taken in small doses. Too many in one sitting makes my eyes glaze over and my mind go blank. At first, I really listened to the words, and I thought to myself--wow, cool imagery (like that one about diamond rain). But after a while, I just kept thinking to myself--God! When will this ever end?

And I didn't even understand what the poems were about... what a gyp!

At least the food was good, and I met someone new and interesting. As for more comments about the reading itself... Rothenberg sure does like to move his body around when he reads.

2-9-95

Why does there have to be so much reading?

2-10-95

I got a letter from my boyfriend today. Sometimes, he writes me the most beautiful things, and this letter had some of that. I really am a lucky girl.

I would put some of what he writes in this journal, but I don't think he'd like that. He didn't like it at all when I told my mom about some of the things he said; I doubt that he'd be thrilled if I told my instructors.

But I have to at least mention that he writes such wonderful, beautiful letters to me because he truly is a poet at heart. I remember that before he left, he read me some poems of his favorite poet, Yeats. Funny, the poems were all about a girl with long hair (I had long hair at the time)... I really, really miss him.

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