Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’ The opening line of William Shakespeare’s most famous sonnet might lead you to think that you’re being prepared for a weather report. But that is only part of what awaits you. Shakespeare’s sonnet – like all sonnets – is a mechanism, a kind of a machine. Its parts work both together and against each other so as to exercise the mind of the reader. When you work with it, as you enter its world, you get the literary equivalent of a workout at the gym.
today i went to the offensively picturesque south coast village of rottingdean (not pictured: some absolutely picture book bullshit little shops and houses) and hung out with friends and met new people and did some crafts in the middle of a very beautiful little set of gardens, and also got monstrously sunburnt and watched two pigeons fucking.
Not interested in discourse about this but I really wish people would stop inviting me to stuff that’s for “women and nonbinary people.” Like friend, an explicit part of my gender is Not a Woman. I’m glad you’re trying to be inclusive to people who might want that space, but it ain’t me.
