Monday, January 9th, 2006 • No Comments on Of Lesbians, Mobsters and Poe
The cable lady lied to me. When I called to add Showtime to my cable package so I could watch the new season of The L-Word that started tonight, she said the new season of The Sopranos was also starting tonight. Lie. It seems I have to wait until March to catch up with the mafia, which is what I thought in the first place, until I was mislead. Oh well. The L-Word girls provided my television fix for the week, though I could do without the baby obsession. Remember the good old days when they didn’t play the baby card until the ratings dropped?
In anticipation of an evening (or two hours, at least) of entertainment, I finished the Poe biography this afternoon. I’m usually very interested in reading about an author’s life, but Poe’s was tormented and tragic (perhaps not surprisingly?) and he comes across as not particularly likable. Still, his writing has intrigued me since I was a brooding teenager writing bad poetry. It should be an interesting—and challenging—class.
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
—from the poem “Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe