Page 3. Page 5. Page 9. 11. 13. I've just hit the top of page 16. The gruelling paper-writing process at work. Always painful, and yet this one seems to be going a bit faster than most, perhaps because I actually have an interest in the subject-matter (brothers & sisters in Victorian periodicals). My determination to be finished on Tuesday has, thanks to Layla's decision to finsh hers tomorrow, shifted into a higher gear. I'm going to finish this, darn it all! And then I'm going to enjoy my summer!!
I can taste the freedom. I can see the goal posts. I can just make out the goal posts.
And I'm procrastinating by blogging.
to see the world the way I see it now
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introduction to poetry
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
-- Billy Collins
Every tear you cry
Every doubt you have
All of these things will pass away
All of your big mistakes
Your little old heart would break
Wishing that i could take them back
Write down the things you don't want
Burn them in a glass
Write down the things you dream of
Make a paper plane that flies to Heaven
-- Jann Arden
