Oh, Procrastination

Have an essay due at 4pm on a very interesting subject matter: the relationship between torture, bodily pain and power as it relates to Aeschylus' Prometheus Bound (typical undergrad Classics paper, I know--looking forward to grad school if only to delve into multiple texts and expand topic areas). But why can't I seem to get the energy to revise/edit it? I still need a concluding paragraph. Having difficulty with the dense text of two articles I'm reading. Making me feel inferior in my own language. That could be it. That, and all I want to do is wake up tomorrow when this day is over.

Interesting things I'm finding (in this book from Elain Scarry, "The Body in Pain"), such as:

The voice as self-extension; as the prisoner speaks, the self extends beyond the boundaries of the body, occuping a space much larger than the torturer (who is concerned with focusing entirely on the prisoner). As such, as the body breaks down it becomes increasingly the object of attention, usurping the place of all other objects (ie. chair in room becomes unrecognizable, distant). In effect, making the "world map" of the tortured seem smaller. So this constant contraction-expansion could be the torture itself.

I recommend you all read Sartre's short story "The Wall", if you haven't already. Excellent study of psychological self-inflicted torture.

Of course all of these techniques are preparing me for the one day I myself may be tortured.

And now, I must finish writing the damn thing.
And tidy up a poetry packet to hand into workshop today.
And finish with critiquing 4 other poetry packets for tonight's class.
And write one of those weekly exercise poems.
Can't forget to somewhere in there study my Greek. Test on Thursday. On Aorist and Future stems. What fun.

And shower.

That last bit was probably too much information.

My kitty is sick too. Can't pee very well. I'm trying to find a natural-herbal-holistic remedy. Will scour book stores to find a natural vet book. How do animals take care of themselves in the wild? I figure, they eat the right herbs/plants and cure their own diseases. Instinct. Nature. It's the way to go.

By the way, if any of you out there are stressed out, chew some licorice root and drink some carrot juice. Works like a charm.