To Poe, or Not to Poe This whiplash is keeping me from getting any serious work done; it's too hard to look up at the screen, but fine if I look down at the keyboard and don't worry about what I'm typing. Of all the bum luck: I need to accomplish five pages a day to finish this damn thesis by the middle of next week and then the rest of spring break editing and revising. If I keep missing production days my goal will have to go to seven, maybe ten. Good grief.

I did, however, come up with a metaphor (actually an allusion) for Poe's life. Hamlet was playing on television (not the horrid Mel Gibson one, the good one with Kenneth Branagh, Kate Winslet, Billy Crystal, Robin Williams etc.) and I couldn't help but notice the similarities between the Prince and Poe. Both saw in their lives the loss of beloved women, both were decieved and abandoned by their step-fathers, both vowed a revenge upon the step-father and both longed to have a legacy-- to have someone tell their tale. These are vague staements, I know (after all, Poe never really killed anyone) but I like my analogy and it grows on me every minute. It's probably been noticed before (most things have) but, for my purposes at BSU (namely, getting the hell out of there) I think I can extend this quite nicely to fill some gaps that always occur when I write. I always have a vision, you see, but rarely is it complete. I guess in that sense I am the antithesis of Poe; if we can take him at his word. Which I doubt.  ¶ 11:19 AM