mind mapping art history

I used to take very organized notes with bullet points, etc., but then I realized that’s just not me. I need to excavate my notes, to go in with a shovel and a lantern and to rope off a tiny square of the page and brush the sand from the note gently, lay its words…

shell of heaven

The inner dome of the Radcliffe Camera reminds me of Mark Doty’s poem A Green Crab’s Shell; a poem about the underside of a crab’s armament: if you crack the exoskeleton you get a glimpse of Giotto-blue. I crack the exoskeleton of the library with my ID card, a slim knife to incise the sky.  Doty…

my freaky cool beau