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thursday, today is thursday....named for the olde got thor
Thursday, Oct. 25, 2001 - 12:16 P.M. Not that the rest of my day was all that bad cuz in all actuality it was an okay day. Class was great. You wouldn't think spending the day discussing a couple of poems and the good things about them would be a compelling education, but it really is. I am not a poet. I can write poetry. I enjoy writing poetry. It is a wonderful form of expression enabling you to say things that you would otherwise not be able to say. my opinion. Once upon a time I would have been hard pressed to tell people that I like to write poetry, much less write anything at all. Its amazing in this day and age, that a creative spirit must be tied down and all but covered up. When the truth be told everyone, no matter who they are have something to say, something to write, some inspiration that they wish to express, but so many of us choose to ignore it and pretend its not there because of what others may think about it. Anyway the poem we wrote last week, a mean little bitch of a poem that had all these things that we had to incorporate into each line and we had a list of words that we had to choose from that we had to use also. Happily it didn't take me near as long to write it than I thought it would. It was a quick little thing that, the instructor seemed to really like and suggested I submit it to the writing competition. Anyway this is the poem I wrote. Rereading it, I like it much better than I did when I first wrote it and then after I read many of the others which I thought did so much better.
Anyway, not that its any deep poem or anything like that, but I really like it now. I think its because I got the affirmation from the instructor that I like it more, which really is sad, since when I first wrote it I liked it, it was only afterwards when I read everyone else's.....anyway, I can only write like me and I like the way I write, most of the time. Monday we have another poem that we're supposed to have written about another time and another place more or less. And right now I'm stumped, I have an idea, what I want to write, but still, I haven't yet started it but two lines. I was supposed to be off work today. But our calendar kiosk girl is sick, granted we could have found somebody else to cover I suppose, but I'm a giver.....okay, I'm not a giver. I'm just bored. Its either go work at the kiosk for 2 and 1/2 hours or do laundry....hmmmmmm......anyway... YOu know I used to listen to country music ALL the time. I mean all the time. Not that I am some sort of country bumpkin, but still, I liked it a lot. Recently, under the influence of entities of evil :) I've been listening to a lot of other stuff. And while I enjoy a great deal of it, I've been playing a lot of my old country CDs this morning and its like stepping back in time. George Strait, Travis Tritt, Garth Brooks, I feel like running out into a field somewhere and putting a piece of straw in my mouth and putting on a cowboy hat or something, kicking a cow and saying yeehaw. Something about getting back to your roots, if but for a few hours. As you all know Friends is on this evening. And yes I know you are all happy about this, happy happy happy, and to say otherwise, would be useless because I will not pay you any sort of attention. But Friends is on and other than that, I am not looking forward to anything else today. Thus ends the mundane entry for today. Read me later |