I used to love dogs, I think that they make too much noise. I have begun to hate them. This is not a good thing. I also used to love poetry. Particularly T.S. Eliot. I still love to read Eliot, but I've been trying to read books about poetry and some Wendell Berry poetry, and maybe it is just my current attitude, but I feel like I may hate poetry now. I hope I get over it. I really want to love poetry. The human pretention to feign beauty is really irritating.
Anyhow, the thing I want to do I do not do. I am going to try reading some Dickinson. Hopefully I will not hate it.