So, I took a sheet out of my trusty legal pad the other day, and have gotten into the habit of writing poems during class. I might have mentioned this in my previous entry… anyways, here are two from this morning.
my brain is a well organized notebook, on a good day,
and your words are ink–
scribbled letters for pages and pages,
permanent ink.
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when do we discover time?
squealing in the arms of our mothers
air diving and light dividing everywhere
born into a 5-star car life
contrained by the ultimate seatbelt, time, involuntarily
as the nurse scribbles the date and time of birth on her chart
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It’s weird that my poems seem to paste in correctly today, without that weird double space that I couldn’t get rid of in my poem from yesterday… cool I guess? Kind of annoying though, since the formatting of yesterdays poem is far more important than the formatting of these two. I don’t think either of these are even done. We shall see.
Today is going to be, and has been, a nice and productive day. I have decided that I should do a poetry post and a photo post on this blog… I’d love to say every day, but as often as I can. I need some kind of work like this to keep myself up to date and always thinking about both of these things, so that I don’t get into slumps as easily.
There is going to be an epic Frank O’Hara poetry reading at Pace tonight. I am going (obviously)… and I am super excited. John Ashbery might be there…!
Ok, I’m going to do this photo post, and then finish my Emerson paper.
cheers–
