Drunks R Us

I thought it would be a good idea to show the full frame for the stolen eye on the sidebar. It's a drunken eye, and it's not mine. The photographs are all mine though. If I rip someone off, I'll mention it.

I need a beer. Hour after hour, I write and rewrite a paper on William Blake overturning premises I propose, at a total loss to pull the now 60+ pages of text together. After a few years at it, I'm just plain tired. So much research, so little clarity of thought. I keep telling myself it will come together tomorrow. But I'm running out of tomorrows.

I just heard that Bob Gleckner died on Monday. He's a renowned Blake scholar who directed my mentor's dissertation. Every time I revisit his books and articles, I'm amazed by his clear way of expressing very complex ideas. I wish I could channel him or something, I need some kind of help to get past this block. Make that blocks. Every time I think I've gotten over the hurdle, I back up and start again. I wish I knew what I was trying to say. I want to write something else for a change. School starts next week, though sometimes I wish it was back to the bars, instead.

But I'll have to settle for a couple of cool ones, and wake up tomorrow and try again.