Slap-of-Wack Bar (George Saunders, anyone?)

I'm taking too many breaks. Hence, this post.

Now I also notice the trio of crows on my wall--taped once and flapping, eyes all open. They may be ravens, Rabens--but rather than write about these crows or Rabens, I ought to start writing about the rhetoric of Milton's Satan or the instability of Lear, as compared / contrasted with the same of Doctor Faustus. Yeah, yeah. Does it sound very enthralling to any of you? I'm hoping I can make it more interesting to myself--but, right now... I'm not sure where to start; this is where the post could get extra boring and self-indulgent.

I've begun to think about Scene 1 of Marlowe's Doctor Faustus as slightly uninviting; though rhyme may have made it worse-so. Both this work and Milton's Paradise Lost employ blank verse--regularly metered, but unrhymed, verse (well, most of Doctor Faustus is this way). Enough of that: I'm getting no where and, I can tell, you're getting sleepy.

So, answer me this. Why do we recycle crows as such symbols of doom, darkness, death? Because they prey on the dead? I think yes. I also think that, as much as they can fit the storyline, budget and setting, crows belong in claymation films. I'm sure there are many other factors influencing my opinion on the matter, but a girl in my poetics class--one with whom I shared my claymation idea--mentioned a poem that she wrote about crows and seaweed. For some reason, both of our ideas seemed to belong not only as poetry, but also as claymation stories. Also, I could see some of this girl's outfits going into a claymation character. Perhaps that's why I volunteered my own bizzarre "dream" to her.

Enough. Please excuse me. I have lots on my mind these days... err... let's celebrate Jesus.