File spoon-archives/bataille.archive/bataille_1999/bataille.9903, message 23


Date: Tue, 2 Mar 1999 14:23:15 -0400 (AST)
From: Stacey Maxine Armstrong <armstrsm-AT-is2.dal.ca>
Subject: Re: your dream


Ariosto,
I dont have much time to give to you typing today and as a scary sort of
gift (it feels sacrificial to me), I will tell you what I have to do so
you can decide how hard to slam your breaks. If you havent already figured
out, I am doing an MA in English here in Halifax. I decided to take their
offer of pitable income to allow myself the luxury of reading for a year.
I am teaching a class today on Mary Shelley's _Frankenstein_.  Then I
have to read some Romantic Women Poet's and right two responses to
paper proposal's that I just picked up from my Mailbox.  My computer
broke on the weekend and I have to get it shipped somewhere in Ontario.
(here is the text of boredom/bliss: the laundry and the bills) 
	
	The writing/reading of your dream illicited so many contrary 
responses in me that I fractured.  Do you know the equation for
calculating the fracture point of a steel bar?  Intuitively, perhaps?  My
immediate reaction was to think that you were lying, testing to see how
far i would/could pretend.  My life has not been completely empty of
players.   Then I read it sincerely and wondered crazily
what a dream only based on what i had written and then what you read could
possibly be like.  Always the this dilemna with words.  I have shifting
notions of obligations and gifts as I have been attempting to explore with
you on this list.  Rarely has anyone made me believe that they were taking
me seriously.  I have been told this is because I am *too* cute and
ofcourse that I have the delightful habit of ending all statements that I
make by raising my voice ie. they turn into questions, making me seem
ritualistically uncertain. (not untrue actually but not that helpful for
small talk, which by the way I am absolutely horrible at.)
I have to go teach now.  My lecture is on the gothic.  How the familiar
can often times lead to sights of shifting horror.  (Do you think you
inspired this particular gift of a lecture?) Can this be anymore
less elliptical?  I have been reading and writing to you all day. 
stacey


   

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