Brilliantly morning.
No, really it is afternoon, and even though I set an alarm to get things done... I slept. I've been sleeping with avengence. Like I am THAT tired? I realize I'm constantly on the run, but to sleep 10 hours a night (on weekends) may be borderline wrong, and certainly a waste of time with all the reading I have to do.
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
I just finished Aura by Fuentes, and it was certainly a nutty read. The second person is crazy! I know I use "you" too much in my poems, but this was excessive. Did I forget to mention present tense? With a pretty much omniscient narrator. Weird. To sum it up:
"The house is dark and you would come to realize it would be like that always." WHAT?! Ok. It was really short and had Spanish on the left page. Nice! I'm not going to say I had time to try to read it in Spanish, but I looked over every once in a while, just to realize how much Spanish I had been losing. Muy triste!
I've been listening to a lot of love songs lately. I don't know. Well, yes I do. I'm missing something. And I know exactly what it is... UPG. Ok, so not the buildings or administrators, and hardly the cafeteria workers... but just everything else, I guess. I miss it. I feel so lost. Kind of widowed. Or divorced. It's nasty, really. Chatham isn't the same. Sure, it's the same deal - rural setting, small class sizes, city life nearby, but it's not UPG. It's not workshop with Blevins. It's not a joke of Jakiela's. It's not the serious, large-minded Vollmer. E. None of the above.
I think it's making me lose my mind. And I am so critical of Chatham with this burning in the back of my heart. Still, it's different. The professors are cold, as is our dutiful program director. I don't know what I want out of this experience, but it is nothing that I feel I've gained in the first month. Nothing.
I'm going to give it another go, of course. I need to just get through this, so Blevins can get me a job.
You will only end up lost in loneliness and wake up with the words already on your lips, so I'll let you go. Yeah. I'll let you go.
So other than this sweet-as-hell part of my life... I've got Giant Eagle. And it SUCKS. Boo. I don't want to think about the future. Winter and the parkway. Lease up in March. Where am I going? What do I need? What am I willing to sacrifice?
I don't want to have to make any decisions yet. 22 just doesn't seem old enough yet.
You can get yourself away from all my Demolition Love.
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
I just finished Aura by Fuentes, and it was certainly a nutty read. The second person is crazy! I know I use "you" too much in my poems, but this was excessive. Did I forget to mention present tense? With a pretty much omniscient narrator. Weird. To sum it up:
"The house is dark and you would come to realize it would be like that always." WHAT?! Ok. It was really short and had Spanish on the left page. Nice! I'm not going to say I had time to try to read it in Spanish, but I looked over every once in a while, just to realize how much Spanish I had been losing. Muy triste!
I've been listening to a lot of love songs lately. I don't know. Well, yes I do. I'm missing something. And I know exactly what it is... UPG. Ok, so not the buildings or administrators, and hardly the cafeteria workers... but just everything else, I guess. I miss it. I feel so lost. Kind of widowed. Or divorced. It's nasty, really. Chatham isn't the same. Sure, it's the same deal - rural setting, small class sizes, city life nearby, but it's not UPG. It's not workshop with Blevins. It's not a joke of Jakiela's. It's not the serious, large-minded Vollmer. E. None of the above.
I think it's making me lose my mind. And I am so critical of Chatham with this burning in the back of my heart. Still, it's different. The professors are cold, as is our dutiful program director. I don't know what I want out of this experience, but it is nothing that I feel I've gained in the first month. Nothing.
I'm going to give it another go, of course. I need to just get through this, so Blevins can get me a job.
You will only end up lost in loneliness and wake up with the words already on your lips, so I'll let you go. Yeah. I'll let you go.
So other than this sweet-as-hell part of my life... I've got Giant Eagle. And it SUCKS. Boo. I don't want to think about the future. Winter and the parkway. Lease up in March. Where am I going? What do I need? What am I willing to sacrifice?
I don't want to have to make any decisions yet. 22 just doesn't seem old enough yet.
You can get yourself away from all my Demolition Love.