February 11, 2017

Last night the moon so bright the light-sensitive lanterns scattered about turned themselves off. Venus was a bright cruel prick difficult to look at. Good afternoon with my poets, who strive and improve. Who in the deeps of their education gave them the idea poetry was abstract? Asked my scholars what they wanted to write about on their exams, and they looked at me gobstruck, saying not a word. Sam off to Raleigh to protest some of the infinite number of things presently protestable. I with part of a day off, wondering desperately how best to use it. Cantaria fundraiser tonight. I close my eyes and think of England.