I keep getting headaches that keep me from doing what I love: blogging, facebooking, reading Victorian literature, writing fiction and poetry. I'll try to blog more regularly for my my devoted followers. :) And I'll try to keep myself hydrated, eating and sleeping right, etc so I don't get these stupid headaches.
So I got the Madagascar 2 soundtrack from my little brother and I love most of the music but I haven't even seen the movie yet! But hopefully I'll get to see it in about 3 weeks when my family drives to Portland, OR for my brother's wedding. Yay!
I finished and turned in my Victorian Literature paper but I haven't gotten it back yet. You guys will be one of the first to know the result! I got my test back and I got 4 out of 5 on all four short essays (100% on the other parts!!!) so my final score was 92. I got an A-. And I'm way behind in my reading! We're reading Middlemarch by George Eliot which is really slow and hard to get into because it's a "study of provincial life". Stupid serious novel. Even worse is that I haven't done that most basic and essential of reading skills for English majors: reading with a pencil in hand to mark metaphors and things worthy of discussion and/or essay-writing!!! I'm doing it now but that just slows me down even more. Hopefully Spring Break will be a good catch-up time.
So I have again decided not to type up that surrealist poem that I wrote about a couple posts ago. I probably won't. But today the chapter in the book for my poetry writing class was about writing ecstatic poetry, which was rather erotic and strange and I didn't like it. The exercise was basically a free-write and then cutting out the lines that weren't powerful or musical. It's kind of a random poem:
Sunlight looks orange through my eyelids.
Fanciful lights spreading from the poles—purple, green, yellow—
Beautiful ribbons of Aurora covering the Earth—
We die with our necks craned to see the lights as the colorful
Burning rays destroy us with cancers and strange sunlight.
The personal transportation structure of our country is poisoning it.
But I don’t want to ride the bus, the train, the metal monsters
That trap us together like so many bugs in a fly-trap light.
Bzzt! Another one dead.
The moon bathes me in the music of crickets and a soft white light.
The stars are millions of bubbles floating away—if I stretch out my
Hand far enough I can catch them all without lifting my head
From the pillow—far better than the best fireflies that give only
The yellow light of pure artificiality.
I am warm, laying in the cool grass after a picnic.
Sunlight looks orange through my eyelids.
Told you it was random. If you have ideas and/or opinions for me, leave a comment!
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I'm glad you post for me, your most devoted follower EVER!! Good luck with Middlemarch. If you want, I will force you to read it! I like the colors in your poem because they kind of connect it. And I like that it is random, especially cuz you include bubbles.
ReplyDeletePS: Thanks for your comment to mine! USU does have a MA in History but no PhD. I'm really considering doing that. And your thoughts about applying a functional classroom set up sounds awesome to me. You should just be my permanent thinker.
I read your blog!!! And I liked your poem. I wish I could write a little more abstract-ish than I do. I was just thinking that I don't really like our poetry class, but I have written some things that I really liked, so it hasn't been all bad. Congratulations on your test, and good luck with your paper! :)
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