I cant write poetry worth a damn lately,
and it must be because I cloister myself
with my compu, don't go outside much
and sit out, or wait out until I leave
the states again. it is rather upsetting
that i am ... kept from enjoying my
mind that way. studying language
and lounging around is not the
epitome of good and well lived life
in my opinion. i will translate the poems
i do have, and send over a rough to ronan.
i hope he can set something up for me, and
i can pay him later.