After finishing my last-ever college assignment on Thursday, I took the long walk to Mt. Auburn cemetery on the border of Watertown. What an enclave! The enormous landscaped cemetery has multiple lakes, classical architecture, castle towers, willow trees and cherry blossoms, and a Sphinx statue. Robert Creeley and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s spirits also grace the scenery.
To celebrate finishing my German final, I paid my first visit to the Isabella Steward Gardner Museum. It lives up to the hype. Aside from the magnificent courtyard, I loved all the tapestries and mirrors and was duly impressed by the art collection that includes Titian, Botticelli, and Giotto.
Before the mayhem in Boston last month, I studied with my friend Wendy at the Boston Public Library. The building is more elaborate than I’d imagined, and the library even features a European-style courtyard with archways and statues.
Earlier in April I spent an afternoon at Harvard’s Natural History Museum. The Glass Flowers are the museum’s most famous exhibit, but I was drawn to the taxonomy rooms where entire jungle populations inhabit a few glass cases. My favorite fun fact from the visit: frogs do not have green skin. They have yellow skin with grooves that reflect blue light. Our human eyes detect their yellow pigment mixed with this blue light, and abracadabra: we see green.
I had a mini-reunion with my Venice friends Natalie and Mike at our favorite Italian servery: Basta Pasta. The menu there is bountiful, and the place is full of Italian spirit. Three years ago we were planning weekend trips around Europe. Now we’re planning for our post-graduation lives.
I saw the most incredible student dance show at Farkas Hall last night. My favorite number was choreographed by Andrea Miller, purportedly “one of the most sought-after young choreographers in the world right now.” Dancers were climbing on railings, playing very adroit tag, and plastering themselves to walls.
I attended an Anne Carson reading in Cambridge last night. She was a significant influence on my thesis, so I was eager to hear her poems and lyric essays in her own voice. I found myself thinking a lot about the music of prose, and also about Carson’s stage persona, which combined pretend moroseness with quiet wit.