Reading “for fun”?!

It’s been about 5 or 6 yrs. since I’ve been in a classroom, which means I am no longer bound to hmwk., papers, or lectures. Truth be told, I miss it so much my heart and brain- or better yet, my mind babies, often sit at a table in the back of my soul and cry into a puddle of whiskey and congealed dreams and tears. (The glasses for the whiskey were broken in a fit of false hope and melancholy many moons ago). 
Given my plight, I find myself unable to read “for fun” as the bookish call it; I find myself as a knight, with sword drawn, ready to slay a dragon. I am armed with a pencil and post its or a journal- ready to transcribe my conversations with my book- friends! 
I try to read without formally conversing with my book confidants but I fail miserably! Tonight I ended up swapping battle scars with W. H. Auden’s Lectures on Shakespeare, in particular- the seemingly political but cacophony of sound that is Coriolanus.
I won’t bore you with the details but hopefully the lecture and I will be friends in the end. This despite the fact I will leave Auden’s Lectures to do battle with Shakespeare’s Coriolanus himself. And then on to the land of Asimov’s Guide to Shakespeare… in any case, the journey will have me scaling an Ivory Tower when in fact- “there is no Ivory Tower,” or so said the keeper of keys and wisdom in graduate school.

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