Random creativity in the chaos of IB HL CHEMISTRY
Dear God, what is this madness of three internal assessments in chemistry due Friday which are cramping my lifestyle and generally rendering me into a state of sleepless wreckage. Delaying all my fanfiction and regular writing and Dhieta's ridiculously long email, onee-chan, it will get there soon, I swear it. As soon as I figure out how potatoes are supposed to be encorporated in this lab. Also, thelovemafia, no fair poking the muse! YOU KNOW I CANNOT RESIST ANYTHING SHOUICHI! *promptly blows off all work to write*
But randomly, I had a project for one of my classes that ran like this: Pick a painting and write a poem about it. I'm actually slightly proud of this poem- therefore it is being posted.
The painting was "Nighthawks", by Edward Hopper:
"Though the light falls through the café windows
and at the bar a couple sits and chats
still there is a loneliness to the night,
as if out beyond the fluorescent haze
there is nothing. And will be nothing. And
my footsteps will echo along the streets
beneath the neon of a city that
sleeps within light, sleeps in day, lives in night,
in drinks, in back alleys, under a sky
that cannot be seen, alone at a bar."
It's even in blank verse...