notes and doodles

Petrarchan love poetry in English Renaissance Literature today. Observe:

It was no dream, for I lay broad awaking.

But all is turned now through my gentleness

Into a bitter fashion of forsaking;

And I have leave to go of her goodness,

And she also to use newfangleness.

But since that I unkindly so am served,

How like you this? What hath she now deserved?

- Sir Thomas Wyatt, excerpt: "The lover showeth how he is forsaken of such as he sometime enjoyed"

I have been doodling and penning in the perfectly sized and thickly papered Cahier that my mother bought for me this summer at the SFMOMA. Here are a few pages (never, of course, drawn in class).