i am a lover, a lunatic, and a poet

This has been quite a week. I blame the midsummer moon for throwing everything entirely out of whack.

(tunic: Plato's Closet c/o Charlotte Russe; shoes: Kohl's; belt: Old Navy)

More strange than true: I never may believe

These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,

Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

More than cool reason ever comprehends.

The lunatic, the lover and the poet

Are of imagination all compact:

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,

That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,

Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:

The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;

And as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen

Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation and a name.

Such tricks hath strong imagination,

That if it would but apprehend some joy,

It comprehends some bringer of that joy;

Or in the night, imagining some fear,

How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Say, what abridgement have you for this evening?

What masque? what music? How shall we beguile

The lazy time, if not with some delight?

Well, as for me, tonight I will most likely beguile the lazy time by watching my new favorite show (Northern Exposure--a decent replacement for Beverly Hills: 90210) with my favorite boy and reading my new book (The Museum of Innocence) late into the night. Don't let la lune convert you all to lunatics in her crazy choir!