To honor the birth of the fabulous Jeff Buckley...the singer who made the most beautiful version of the most beautiful song ever written...
enjoy.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
a little change for a change, would be nice
I've written 5 new pieces in the last 2 days....totaling over a hundred new lines of verse, and they're all crap. I mean utter crap. Possibly good by some people's standards...but still absolute crap.
With the exception of one. It should, I suppose, be the sixth. I jotted it down during a sudden stroke of inspiration in class today. Five lines long...less than thirty syllables, and still the best piece I've composed in months.
Months!
What the hell is wrong with me?
I have less than a month until I get to return home for a week. I miss my old friends, and my family. They usually cry now, when I talk to them on the phone.
The voice isn't always the same.
Think of it this way: If you had a chance of a lifetime, and you knew it would take giving up most of everything and everyone that you love, would you still do it?
I think I would. If I had to do it all over again, I think I would have done it all the same.
Well....pretty much everything all the same. I probably would have told that nasty manager at McDonald's that she could kiss my road-weary ass, I'm bringing my exhausted cat inside, with her carrier whether she likes it or not.
But that, my friends, is something different entirely.
Well...I liked it enough, might as well share it. Too short to workshop anyway.
Iconoclasm
God drew my image
in a reflecting pool--
with lovers on casting
lines, so many locusts
hovering 'round.
Goodnight world.
John out.
With the exception of one. It should, I suppose, be the sixth. I jotted it down during a sudden stroke of inspiration in class today. Five lines long...less than thirty syllables, and still the best piece I've composed in months.
Months!
What the hell is wrong with me?
I have less than a month until I get to return home for a week. I miss my old friends, and my family. They usually cry now, when I talk to them on the phone.
The voice isn't always the same.
Think of it this way: If you had a chance of a lifetime, and you knew it would take giving up most of everything and everyone that you love, would you still do it?
I think I would. If I had to do it all over again, I think I would have done it all the same.
Well....pretty much everything all the same. I probably would have told that nasty manager at McDonald's that she could kiss my road-weary ass, I'm bringing my exhausted cat inside, with her carrier whether she likes it or not.
But that, my friends, is something different entirely.
Well...I liked it enough, might as well share it. Too short to workshop anyway.
Iconoclasm
God drew my image
in a reflecting pool--
with lovers on casting
lines, so many locusts
hovering 'round.
Goodnight world.
John out.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
the week of oct 27th to 31st
It's Sunday night and I just spent the last 3 hours burying myself in stacks of student papers, outlines, annotated bibliographies, and quick writes. Paper after paper after paper. What's worse, I haven't written a new poem in over 9 days. This!...from the proclaimed "poem machine," most affectionately assigned to my persona by Karen.
I mean my gosh! What does it take to force myself to remember to stay creative amidst the never-ending list of chores and responsibilities. I would need a week of "under a rock" time just to catch up from right now!
The feeling is certainly mutual. I see it in the faces of all my colleagues and fellow TAs. No one is excluded. There is a certain joy sucked out of the day when I see people stressed, down, and out...but I just remind myself that we're all dealing with it--finding the rhythm of graduate school, like finding the pot 'o gold at the end of a rainbow...
Speaking of rainbows, and to draw an interesting connection...it finally started feeling more like the expected Oregon fall/winter this weekend. Rain, cold, rain, repeat.
Bought a bright orange, corduroy papasan chair cushion to complete my home office this afternoon.
It's everything I ever wanted....and I always want a lot...so, I mean....wow...you can only imagine.
Election Day party at my house Tuesday. Ballot counting, blue states, bean dip, and beer!
OK, maybe not bean dip...but it helped the alliteration effect.
John out.
I mean my gosh! What does it take to force myself to remember to stay creative amidst the never-ending list of chores and responsibilities. I would need a week of "under a rock" time just to catch up from right now!
The feeling is certainly mutual. I see it in the faces of all my colleagues and fellow TAs. No one is excluded. There is a certain joy sucked out of the day when I see people stressed, down, and out...but I just remind myself that we're all dealing with it--finding the rhythm of graduate school, like finding the pot 'o gold at the end of a rainbow...
Speaking of rainbows, and to draw an interesting connection...it finally started feeling more like the expected Oregon fall/winter this weekend. Rain, cold, rain, repeat.
Bought a bright orange, corduroy papasan chair cushion to complete my home office this afternoon.
It's everything I ever wanted....and I always want a lot...so, I mean....wow...you can only imagine.
Election Day party at my house Tuesday. Ballot counting, blue states, bean dip, and beer!
OK, maybe not bean dip...but it helped the alliteration effect.
John out.
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