Thursday, January 30

Jill is helping me decide what poem to submit to workshop. She's being so helpful! And I'm being so... I dunno. Unreadable, I guess. I can't figure out what my problem is with these poems. It turns out I don't like some of them as much as others. Go figure! (you go, figger)

I really like the short, cryptic ones, but I'm afraid it might be because I am aware of what I'm talking about (it helps, you know) whereas any other person would need some key or some information that they don't have. At the same time, though, I try to keep my cryptickiness in check by not having to resort to outside explanation. I always analyze poems by looking at what's inside them, not what the author might have experienced that cause him/her to write them. It's sad that I don't know the name of this kind of criticism ;)

But anyway. Suffice it to say that I have no fucking clue what the hell I'm doing, and that I guess that would be as good reason as any to submit one of these short cryptic ones to workshop. Because it might suck, and they can tell me. Except that the lure of the workshop is that it allows you to be a star for twenty minutes, while everyone praises your many talents (or trashes you like a British entertainment mag). So the instinct is to submit something something that's possibly beautiful, instead of something heartfelt or raw.

Dude, I don't know. The winner right now seems to be reorientation, so I guess that's most likely what I'll pick. I like it fine. It also happens to be the oldest of the three I'm seriously considering (none are more than 40 days old, but this one seems somehow ancient) so that might be why I'm hesitant, because it's different than what I'm doing now. Who knows?

In any case, I should go to sleep. Big class and then big presentation tomorrow. Gotta make millions of photocopies before class. Luckily I just bought a terrific red plastic thingamajig that can expand to 2 1/2 inches and carry lots and lots of paper without crinkling the edges. So, tomorrow is guaranteed to be a good day.
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Sunday, January 26

o/~ tiny venus, your breath like baby rabbits on a field abuzz with bees and life... little did you know how briefly the sun would shine upon your own private utopia. Your candle may have been blown out, but you hang in the air like smoke o/~


*can't breathe. Laughing too hard*
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Ah. Rewatching an episode of Six Feet Under. No longer feel the need to drop everything else and obsessively watch the entire 26 hours in one sitting. Thank God. Not that, you know, that's not enjoyable at the time, but ya gotta live your life :)

Status report: have written story for fiction class due Tuesday. Am currently working on one and a half hour seminar presentation due Thursday. Have to write one poem based on some randomly picked piece of prose due Thursday. Also have to write or pick something I want workshopped by Thursday. I feel I've pretty much workshopped all the decent poems I've written so far, so I'm gonna have to write a new one for this week. It's not a problem, though. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them. There are always new poems on my poetry page, I don't mention them all :)

Ew. The girl dying of a drug overdose in this episode is soooo gross. This show in part caused me to have a weird-ass dream last night. Suffice it to say it involved me sticking something up a dog's ass. I don't understand it myself, but... no but. There's nothing I can say after that that doesn't get eclipsed by the fact that I dreamed about sticking something up a dog's ass.
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