The weather hasn't cooperated,* so we shan't be camping this weekend. :(
Instead, we plan to have a cookout at Berryhill Park. We'll have hot dogs, snacks, and s'mores and read poetry. So bring spiffy poetry and a couple of dollars for the food. You can post here with questions or if you'd like to let me know you're coming (i.e., assure that we buy enough marshmallows for you).
We'll plan on camping properly some time next semester. :)
Congratulations to Katie on winning the Shelley showdown tonight!
-- Joanna
* Thunderstorms and hail are predicted. Cf. Shelley:
Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like Earth's decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith's height,
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: O hear!
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