Joy of joys, now my computer's broken. It just plain won't turn on. With luck, it's just a loose wire or something stupid like that, but both
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At the risk of hubris, I've decided to create a poetry blog. The goal: a poem a day for at least a year. I've just realized how little creative writing I do lately. Even if all I do is a haiku a day, well, that's something, right ( Read more... )

I'm writing the worst poem in the world...

...AND I DON'T CARE!

I made a wallpaper tonight. Not a very good one, mind--I'm still tripping my way through Gimp, and this is about the best I could do without completely redoing the thing for the third time--but I'm proud of it in the way kindergardener is proud of their stick figure portraits of mommy an' daddy, and that's why I'm posting it here for you all to ( Read more... )

This, pointed out by vacheestfachee, reminded me of just how good it is to be a lit geek. Or just a geek in general; explorations of the site inadvertantly led me to both a comparative analysis of Curious George and Brokeback Mountain and a site on abandoned children in 12th century Britain. (Anyone who can find the missing link between the three sites gets a ( Read more... )

I've been a fan of A Series of Unfortunate Events for over a year now--it depresses me that I only just discovered the existence of Charles Baudelaire. I fear that a purchase of Les Fleurs du mal may be imminent.

Our sins are obstinate, our repentance is faint ( Read more... )

I've spent much of the afternoon attempting to clean out my closet; my room is a perpetual disaster area, and nothing short of nukes, I fear, will ever purge it. It's really amazing what 23 years of accumulation actually amounts to. Probably the most entertaining find was a graduation card--from high school, mind, class of 2000--with $10 still in ( Read more... )

Well, today was... a day. I was in a bit of a funk for a while today (have been for the last few weeks off and on, actually--props to flint_the_dwarf, icywolfang, and the other, non-lj person who talked me out of it tonight). Reading Edgar Lee Masters' Spoon River Anthology didn't exactly help anything. It's a collection of poems written in the voices of 214 people, all ( Read more... )

I'm currently working my way through cleaning the disaster area known as my bedroom (there are actually spots where you can see the floor now!) In the process of doing this I came across a lovely black notebook about 75% full of, you guessed it, crappy love poems! The book spans eleven months of my life (July 9, 2000 to June 5, 2001), about half ( Read more... )

I saw a leaf, suspended, in midair ( Read more... )