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I don't like being here, in English Class. I need to write a scene for a script based on peoples monotonous readings aloud, monotone and brief contributions to the stilted conversation. Between breathy guesses of what the teacher wants to hear there hangs heavy silence, heavy and wet and grey, like Chicago spring mornings, like Daniel Thelewis in that movie. Even I, animate, am grey and lifeless in this room. The only three who are punctuated, who sound intelligent and confidant are the teacher and two other girls, one of whom is not confidant, but she speaks normally, unlike the rest of us zombies.
I am spending my time ignoring the conversation on Novalis until I hear an obvious Greek myth reference and then I chime in, dead and intelligent sounding.
The heart, the senses, the realms of nature, the essence of nature the return to nature, the human mind, the death of the heart the return of the heart, the transcendence of the heart, the breaking of Eros, the exhaustion of the imagination, the promises of Fable, wisdom, the eradication of wisdom, the mother, the father, immature love, pure love, mature love, rides around the run in chariots, giants, fountains, fates, the grim reaper, promises, degradation, disintegration.
I am looking at poetry online.
Sounds
Like pearls,
Roll off your tongue
To graze this eager ebon ear
Doubt and fear
Ungainly things,
With blushings
Disappear.
I used to read Maya Angeleou’s poetry every free reading session in 6th or seventh grade. I don’t remember which.
There is one I love more than this, but I can not remember.
I am spending my time ignoring the conversation on Novalis until I hear an obvious Greek myth reference and then I chime in, dead and intelligent sounding.
The heart, the senses, the realms of nature, the essence of nature the return to nature, the human mind, the death of the heart the return of the heart, the transcendence of the heart, the breaking of Eros, the exhaustion of the imagination, the promises of Fable, wisdom, the eradication of wisdom, the mother, the father, immature love, pure love, mature love, rides around the run in chariots, giants, fountains, fates, the grim reaper, promises, degradation, disintegration.
I am looking at poetry online.
Sounds
Like pearls,
Roll off your tongue
To graze this eager ebon ear
Doubt and fear
Ungainly things,
With blushings
Disappear.
I used to read Maya Angeleou’s poetry every free reading session in 6th or seventh grade. I don’t remember which.
There is one I love more than this, but I can not remember.