Well, it’s done. “The woman is perfected,” as Sylvia would say. I’ve officially memorized all of Lady Lazarus. Local friends: please test me by demanding me to recite it the next time you see me! I can do it in this amazingly fast auctioneer voice that is quite impressive. My fastest time is 58 seconds [!!!!]–compare that to Sylvia’s 3.5 minutes. In fairness, perhaps Sylvia wasn’t exactly going for speed.
Ever since I heard about this guy on the radio who had memorized “The Great Gatsby,” I’ve been thinking that my memorization skills needed freshening up. In high school I memorized that long monologue in “Six Degrees of Separation” about “The Catcher in the Rye,” (as well as countless hideously cheesey quotes, and all of “Subterranean Homesick Blues” and “Creeque Alley“), and I’ve got a few sonnets and snippets of poetry hanging around, but I think now that Lady Lazarus is conquered, I need a new mountain to scale. I’m thinking about Adrienne Rich’s 21 Love Poems. Now that would be impressive. “The Floating Poem, Unnumbered,” I’ve got that one down pat. So only…um, 21 to go.
In other completely utterly absolutely useless news:
As discussed the other day, the new hair plan is going pretty well. Though it means turning into someone I never thought I would be—someone who posts photos of their hair on the internet—I really can’t resist, so pleased am I with the new hair strategy (which can be boiled down to: dirty hair plus bobby pins plus a felt flower plus messy Frenchish twist):
OK, maybe that was a little too much height.
So, I didn’t wear this Sex and the City-esque flower out into the world, sadly. I wore a smaller one.