Sheer Frivolity
I was going to try to write something smartish-sounding about what I've been reading--Sartre's idea of pre-reflective consciousness vs. reflective consciousness, and how it relates to poetry--e.g. Pound's In a Station at the Metro vs. Stevens's The Idea of Order at Key West--but I'm still feeling quite stuffy-headed. So instead I give you Fiona Apple:
And I’ll be your girl, if you say it’s a gift
And you give me some more of your drugs
Yeah, I’ll be your pet, if you just tell me it’s a gift
Cuz I’m tired of whys, choking on whys,
Just need a little because, because...
