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Dec 16, 2009 16:47

'ey brah'

I am putting together the final portfolio for my writing class. It's mostly poetry and I am not big on the poetry, what with all the convoluted crap and general pretense and self idolatry and whatnot. this generalized apathy towards the form contrasts fiercely with what happens in my guts when i find a poet that i enjoy. the right piece can elevate my mood for weeks. I am going to be taking a poetry class next semester, but only because the professor likes me and he's all prestigious and shit, so I figure I should just enjoy his educational embrace and write some f'ing poems.

Had drinx with this other Profess of poems and he was saying he doesn't much care for poetry either and yet and yet... he said
WHO READS NOVELS? everyone
WHO LISTENS TO MUSIC? everyone
WHO WATCHES FILMS? everyone
WHO READS POETRY? poets.
WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?

A problem I am having is that I am not so into "conflict" aka "a story" or "a progression" and I've yet to determine how to turn my love for poignant snapshots into something compelling beyond its form. Do you want to read a book that is comprised of emotional little tweets about surrounding humans? No? Me neither.

There is this really sweet guy coming over tonight. We are going to watch The Holy Mountain.
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