myxomitosis

Myxomitosis is a word I heard in a Radiohead song from the album, "Hail to the Thief." Someone used the word in a sentence, perhaps saying that they had myxomitosis, sometime last semester... the memory is only now coming back. Not knowing its definition, I looked up myxomitosis and found out that it's a viral disease affecting rabbits, not humans. Okay, maybe you don't find this interesting, but it is odd that I'm just now remembering when I heard this word. At the time, I had noted it and decided to look it up when I came home... and three months later, I finally have.

Today in my Contemporary Poetry class we talked about Frank O'Hara, who is in the New York school of poetry (should the "s" and the "p" be capitalized?). He wrote many poems during lunch breaks, in which he would usually catalogue his days--capturing the exact times and the places and having all the details relate temporally, specifically. We read "The Day Lady Died" and noted that this day was like any other day, except that "Lady Died"... and "everyone and I stopped breathing." (That last line is so effective. I think I stop breathing when I read it.) His last stanza incorporates a memory of Billie Holiday performing in the "5 SPOT" and it makes the whole poem something unusual. Not the memory necessarily, but the fact that the day was otherwise normal, except that she had died. In some way, all days are unusual. Maybe the activities seem standard and boring, but can't even a memory make something unusual of a day? Not that my memory of "myxomitosis" is really anything to shout about, but I know I hadn't thought of it yesterday... and it enabled me today to have something to write about on here...

Does this mean that I can say this to anyone who asks: "I did have a strange Wednesday, come to think of it"?