Somewhere in the midst of reading poetry online during tonight's mind numbingly dull lecture on CSS in Information Technologies I decided that I'm getting an MFA when this MLIS business is all said and done. Ideally, I'll get a job at a university with a good poetry program and have the financial side of things taken care of. But it is going to ( Read more... )

[...] And this is just the type
of thing you want to happen when nothing
is fun anymore and you know you have
to make a change but you don't know how
and you can't help thinking,
There's got to be more to life than this.

-David Kirby, "The Afterlife" from The House on Boulevard St.: New and Selected Poems

It seems like it's been so long, ( Read more... )

So. ( The weekend = working on my Senior Seminar manuscript )

I woke this morning feeling void and desolate.  And that pretty much expresses my weekend.  Alone.

Friday afternoon I went to see Notes on a Scandal with my sister. I'd planned on going to a benefit concert for Habitat later on, but got to feeling too. . . separate and depressed to face time with other people. To face leaving the house. Sometimes I ( Read more... )

Lately visions and re-visions of a my manuscript have taken claim to the area of thought not currently preoccupied with reading Dracula for my Vampires course (something I have spent approx. 15 or so hours doing in the last three days).

I realized last week in class, when we were talking about having diverse influences to one "cohesive" body of ( Read more... )

Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

[1] I woke up at 6.00 this morning to come to campus in order to finish--and start--the paper I have due today. After getting the campus, making several futile attempts at the pertinent reading (read: 1:5 ratio of sentence read to minutes spent fallen asleep in public) that was on the course reserve, I decided to scrap the endeavor ( Read more... )

I wrote bits of a poem today at work. It is really frustrating sometimes, because when I am given a tedious task like shelf-reading or shelving, my mind--as if it doesn't know what to do with such emptiness--takes this huge plunge into deep, serious, (often depressing) thoughts. Today, at least, some of those thoughts got channelled into lines. ( Read more... )

So I am documenting this in hopes that I will actually come through on a planned project. I was just reading through a chapbook I made for my Fall Workshop, and I realized how much revision needs to be done!!!!! Gah! Oh goodness. It's so strange, because in a way my Spring Workshop was a nightmare learning environment. . . but I learned so much ( Read more... )

It's a cold, rainy night. I just took a quick walk to the store. Something about this kind of weather makes me feel a kind of peaceful sadness. A sadness for how we are, I am, ultimately isolated and alone. Despite all the dear people in my life I care about and who care about me. I'm not really sure why I'm writing this down ( Read more... )

Back from the first day on the job. . . which is working at Hillman Library. So far so good. Hillman Library where were you those summers I spent in an unairconditioned ice cream stand standing near a sizzling fryers and waiting on impatient-bordering-on-obnoxious customers with a smile plastered on my face while my boss drank his fourth (fifth? ( Read more... )