lit + lang

(“gesualdo” is an italian name)

(she must’ve been an englishwoman married to an italian)

(just like the batts!)

(no wonder she was so sympathetic to my cause!)

i flaked out when I was called upon

(i mispronounced ‘plume’ as ‘plum’ at the end of a class reading of ‘Cyrano’)

“my white plum….”

(it was the final line of the fucking play!)
(andrew balk laughed like a hyena!)

i’m sorry, i call them FLAGS in everyday speech.  not PLUMES.

i had no friends sophomore year.  i had no more classes with mark.  he started failing all of his classes and gesualdo reached out to me at the end of the year.

i was already a songwriter then / submitting my song lyrics as a substitution for poetry projects

(gesualdo recognized “nothing but a dream” was just a song of mine / i sorta felt guilty about that)

(i also wrote an essay about my friendship with mark)