random assemblage of thoughts from today’s long 18th century poetry seminar: “in medium shot at first, hunching over in class, avoiding eye contact; proceed to POV of me looking at white tile of the floor, dissolve (or match cut) to me staring at monitor”; “to buy: spenser’s faerie queene (scratched out), king james bible (i left it unscratched), sarah dixon, sarah dixon, sarah dixon)”; “longinus: the sublime. where is the sublime in the virtual? build a more valid analogy. inject the sublime into the virtual; conversely, inject electronic ad banner formatting (for example, 20 second ads after experiencing reality, which you may skip after 5 seconds - sometimes) into reality”