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I wrote a draft last night for my Poetry Assignment From Hell. The assignment was to write about hands. That's right, hands. Not just a regular imagisty poem about hands either, mind you, but about the symbolic meaning of hands.
Pardon me while I puke.
For the most part, I've been super-duper in love with my poetry class. My prof is great, my muse is churning away, and there's even an inner circle of non-annoying poetry students in my class. But when I looked at the course outline and saw the assignment "Hand Poem", I knew. I knew this shit was going to go down.
I've had this assignment for a few weeks, and it's due on Tuesday. I just started it last night, because come on! HANDS?! I'm pretty sure there's a geek somewhere tabulating the number of times that's been done. Right about now he's looking up from his calculator, adjusting his glasses and saying, "yup! That IS the most overused subject in the history of the English language!"
Somebody - ANYBODY - give me a fresh idea as to what to do with hands . OK, I have a draft, but it's not a GOOD draft, because hands, for Chrissakes.
Right now I've got this little oh-so-enjambed ditty playing off of a metaphor with hands and corsets and sex (oh my!), wherein the hands are corsets squeezing the narrator into a narrow-waisted feminine ideal with big boobs, complete with good 'ol juxtaposition in "...blossoming / outward like a / tumour"
Aaaaaaand I've spent to much time in sociology. But what the hell - if we're going to be cliche, let's be cliche all the way.
(FYI: I KNOW. I BROKE ON "AND". He told me to! "Jamie, try more enjambment! THERE IS SUCH THING AS TOO MUCH ENJAMBENT STEVE.)
Pardon me while I puke.
For the most part, I've been super-duper in love with my poetry class. My prof is great, my muse is churning away, and there's even an inner circle of non-annoying poetry students in my class. But when I looked at the course outline and saw the assignment "Hand Poem", I knew. I knew this shit was going to go down.
I've had this assignment for a few weeks, and it's due on Tuesday. I just started it last night, because come on! HANDS?! I'm pretty sure there's a geek somewhere tabulating the number of times that's been done. Right about now he's looking up from his calculator, adjusting his glasses and saying, "yup! That IS the most overused subject in the history of the English language!"
Somebody - ANYBODY - give me a fresh idea as to what to do with hands . OK, I have a draft, but it's not a GOOD draft, because hands, for Chrissakes.
Right now I've got this little oh-so-enjambed ditty playing off of a metaphor with hands and corsets and sex (oh my!), wherein the hands are corsets squeezing the narrator into a narrow-waisted feminine ideal with big boobs, complete with good 'ol juxtaposition in "...blossoming / outward like a / tumour"
Aaaaaaand I've spent to much time in sociology. But what the hell - if we're going to be cliche, let's be cliche all the way.
(FYI: I KNOW. I BROKE ON "AND". He told me to! "Jamie, try more enjambment! THERE IS SUCH THING AS TOO MUCH ENJAMBENT STEVE.)