I know I’ve been absent, but the business of moving house and maintaining a social life and generally living is a difficult one.
Today I had my very first Honours-level class here in St Andrews. I enjoyed subhonours, but I have spent the last two years always looking ahead to this year. Finally I get to study what I want, finally I get to experience university the way I’d always planned to - instead of getting bogged down in Latin and International Relations and Music.
This semester I have two modules - Contemporary Poetry in Great Britain and Ireland and Renaissance Sexualities: Rhetoric and the Body. In the former, especially, I could not be more thrilled. I am being taught by Don Paterson and John Burnside, and if you don’t know who they are, please go and look them up. It won’t be hard, they’re pretty bloody famous. I actually reviewed one of Don Paterson’s collections here on this blog a while back.
Today he asked what meter a poem was in and I said “tetrameter” and he said I was right and all was well in the world.
Anyway, the point is that my literary adventures are going to be, for the time being, tied heavily into my academic life. So I hope you like to read about people geeking out over their lecturers, overdressing for seminars (ugh, I was so desperate to impress today), stressing about deadlines, and generally falling in love with academia all over again, then stick around.
And if you’re thinking that the stuff in the photos is a wee bit too artistically and strategically arranged, you’d be damn right. Because for all that I love reading Auden, I’m still a world-class procrastinator.