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The one student whose opinion I respect most when it comes to writing, the one who sits next to me in Poetry class with his thick-rimmed-emo-artist burgundy-tinged glasses and thistle-wild hair told me this:
"Your poetry is like reading an impressionist painting."
I'm in some sort of awe tonight. He went on, about how I capture a moment which is perhaps ordinary, but beautiful. And how I don't coat it with pretention, but with honesty. And how he longs to be a surrealist poet because he feels he failed at his attempts in impressionistic poetry. After you read some of what he has to write, you would understand why this made me smile for the rest of the night.
"Your poetry is like reading an impressionist painting."
I'm in some sort of awe tonight. He went on, about how I capture a moment which is perhaps ordinary, but beautiful. And how I don't coat it with pretention, but with honesty. And how he longs to be a surrealist poet because he feels he failed at his attempts in impressionistic poetry. After you read some of what he has to write, you would understand why this made me smile for the rest of the night.