snake charmer

i have thought about belly dancing with a snake. of course, i'd have to get way better before i did that. right now, it's just something in the back of my mind. don't know that i could feed live creatures to a pet and then cuddle up with it.

it is a nice thought though, snake charming. i remember the pictures, the black and white film of the woman kissing the cobra's head. why does she do that? are we drawn to danger as a species? or is there something deeper than that there? not sure.

and of course it all depends on the kind of snake. i'm not about to try to pet a rattler or copperhead. that's just silly. i want to live, as many risks as i'm inclined to take, i want to live. it was more about the experience. sharing space, as steve irwin used to say. i get that, i so get that.

three hundred pages in to my eight hundred plus page book and i'm getting irritated. rereading the verbiage in my course descriptions, and crossing out anything i possibly can that says, suggested or recommended, which leaves only this book to finish. so i have to lug it around and slog through hogwarts as quickly as possible. it only varies slightly from the movie, but it's just a slow read for me. i'm not intrigued, i'm not hooked. it's just a read.

but i started gathering, culling books from my piles to take with me, and i see more and more, the deeper layers of things i've collected for this and coming semesters. i want to incorporate some psychology and mysticism into the poetry angle, because a straight shot down the academic road will be death for me. and i want to live. i remember studying prosody two semesters ago, and it got old real quick. i still struggle with dissecting poetry for the sake of dissection. there is nothing to be gained by one who does not want to be a poetic anatomist in the practice of prosody. sure, i will learn to impress friends and teachers with ten dollar words, but i don't actually use those words. i guess, having those words at my command is the point of higher education. but those words already are at my command, the thing is, i don't want to use them. i don't need to use them.

when i explain myself to a group of poets, it's more about intuition. i am finding this is parallel to another course i'm studying at the moment. and the woman i'm learning from says things that can apply to poetry. put the books down, be intuitive first. that is the kind of teacher i respond to. hence, the sojourn up there to sit at her feet.

i need to get ready, to go up to my people. but first a visit to work, to ensure they know what to do with the heavily loaded deposit. i instructed them in the finer arts of preparing for a weekend when the bank is closed. we'll see if the logical progression of thought is followed, or if the rote way of doing things is followed. i'm banking on rote, because i had to explain the process a couple times for it to make sense. i don't think what i see as the logical progression of that thought is so logical to all. though it is to me.

at least i'll have my chai for the road. i'm a nicer driver when i've got me a chai.

i'm going to spend the day with my friends up north, then work. hope i don't have to close early, but i may. the girl i am closing with doesn't want to be there late, so she'll be pushing to close early, while i'm inclined to stay open the entire time. i would have liked the day off too, but we didn't get it, so it is what it is. with all the time i'll be away, i need the hours.

it's getting better at my work, but i've learned some new angles on the cup lady story. i need to talk to my new boss about what i've heard. i trust honesty, anything less is just a lie.

peace. out.