Davey Pavey

tears in waves, minds on fire, nights al
2001-09-06 17:31:25 (UTC)

take me away...

Dear Bobby,

I'm in the library now. Starving, waiting for my next class
to begin. I'm tired as all hell. Thank goodness I don't
have to work tonite so I can get some zzzz's after my next
class. Listening to the Smiths at the moment. "Girlfriend
in a Coma" and "Bigmouth Strikes Again" are great tunes!

Pushing forward...

Why is it that I hate poetry? I consider myself a pretty
open guy, especially to the arts, but it just seems like
poetry is two cent fiction. Maybe I'm not reading the right
kind. I bring it up all the time in my writing fiction and
poetry class, which makes me think the teacher thinks i'm
being difficult. I think my pretentious classmates are
getting a little hostile at my inabilty to conform.
Bastards. The girl that sits next to me has problems.
Everytime we are to read something we've written to the
class she cowers and shrinks up like a mushroom. I think
she has self esteem issues (don't we all?). The guy two
seats down from me thinks he's the smartest man alive. I
try and counter everything he says.

I'm sick of all this god damn serious poetry. Why is it that
nobody can incorporate humor into their poetry? It's
always trees trees trees flowers flowers flowers. I guess
it's just my personality shining thru. At this point I'm on
a comedy binge and have been very light-hearted. My
attitude has been very positive over the past couple of
weeks. I love my job, and my classes, though redundant and
boring as they seem, are bearable.

death to boring poetry!




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