coleridge loves me and not you so....there!
I was jumping around reading "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" and "Christabel" to Mark the other day, I mean these poems got me going on a big, dorky, analytical bent. And thanks to Camille Paglia, my ideas were not inane. But today in class, even though I wrote a crazy good little "Christabel" response, was it mentioned? No. Did I want to talk about it in class? Yes, but I didn't because I really hate my class and think they're a bunch of pretentious fucks who don't understand, really deep understand, the poetic spirit. Where did these people come from? There's one girl in the class who makes a comment on EVERYTHING. I'm not exaggerating, and I know have the tendencey to exaggerate. Am I spelling that right? Anyway, she thinks we care about what she says, she has this big stupid smile, I want to smack her upside the head. No, I don't give a shit about what you say, so shut up! But I'm polite, society has curbed my big ferocious mouth.
So should I enter this poetry competition here? I would have to seriously retool my two year old poems. But no one thinks I am worth anything anyway. And whatever I do to prove myself seems futile because nothing changes.
Trish: the short girl with the long long hair, big nose, and different fancy bag every day. Who nods a lot, says stupid things in class that no one agrees with,
gee i'm hungry.
I make such a dent in peoples' lives.
So should I enter this poetry competition here? I would have to seriously retool my two year old poems. But no one thinks I am worth anything anyway. And whatever I do to prove myself seems futile because nothing changes.
Trish: the short girl with the long long hair, big nose, and different fancy bag every day. Who nods a lot, says stupid things in class that no one agrees with,
gee i'm hungry.
I make such a dent in peoples' lives.