wanna fill the world with silly love songs
In the last twenty-four hours, I have...
rewritten my essay of A Gesture Life (highly recommended book, btw), remembered why I wasn't an English major, tackled a 16-problem physics homework in less than three hours (fueled by desperation), attended a reading in which the author of A Gesture Life was present, spontaneously applied for an internship, bothered EVERYONE for recommendations, studied like hell for my Galaxies exam, slept some odd hours, survived my Galaxies exam, somehow survived my linear algebra quiz, despite cramming two weeks of lectures in half an hour, and made up some answers for the last of that 16-problem physics homework.
And somehow I also had time to flip through teaspoom because my fiction teacher mentioned a poetry/fiction contest going on. Open to all UM students if anyone is interested.
Listing a bunch of poems that my brain thought might have better context. Rewrites are possible. Most probable. In fact, I might just rewrite some just because I want to. Apparently you can submit up to four poems.
second half of a very poor man
nightmares
where.
at any moment, black holes
writing for comfort
we try
Leaning towards the first, the third, and the last because they kind of fit together. Thoughts? Something I forgot? Meh? Try again next time?
Anyway. There's a story in my head that's been whining at me for the past few weeks. Just one more exam and the Still Alive audition to tackle. Then I can sit down and write for as long as I want.
rewritten my essay of A Gesture Life (highly recommended book, btw), remembered why I wasn't an English major, tackled a 16-problem physics homework in less than three hours (fueled by desperation), attended a reading in which the author of A Gesture Life was present, spontaneously applied for an internship, bothered EVERYONE for recommendations, studied like hell for my Galaxies exam, slept some odd hours, survived my Galaxies exam, somehow survived my linear algebra quiz, despite cramming two weeks of lectures in half an hour, and made up some answers for the last of that 16-problem physics homework.
And somehow I also had time to flip through teaspoom because my fiction teacher mentioned a poetry/fiction contest going on. Open to all UM students if anyone is interested.
Listing a bunch of poems that my brain thought might have better context. Rewrites are possible. Most probable. In fact, I might just rewrite some just because I want to. Apparently you can submit up to four poems.
second half of a very poor man
nightmares
where.
at any moment, black holes
writing for comfort
we try
Leaning towards the first, the third, and the last because they kind of fit together. Thoughts? Something I forgot? Meh? Try again next time?
Anyway. There's a story in my head that's been whining at me for the past few weeks. Just one more exam and the Still Alive audition to tackle. Then I can sit down and write for as long as I want.