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[Oct. 31st, 2004|11:32 pm] |
in case you didn't know, spin the bottle & truth or dare are fantastic games.
i think this is the most beautiful thing i have ever read ever. it's by dick higgins.
structure (for cary and linda)
pearls, pearls of pearls
pearls, pearls of garlic
pearls, pearls of leaves
pearls, garlic of pearls
pearls, garlic of garlic
pearls, garlic of leaves
pearls, leaves of pearls
pearls, leaves of garlic
pearls, leaves of leaves
garlic, pearls of pearls
garlic, pearls of garlic
garlic, pearls of leaves
garlic, garlic of pearls
garlic, garlic of garlic
garlic, garlic of leaves
garlic, leaves of pearls
garlic, leaves of garlic
garlic, leaves of leaves
leaves, pearls of pearls
leaves, pearls of garlic
leaves, pearls of leaves
leaves, garlic of pearls
leaves, garlic of garlic
leaves, garlic of leaves
leaves, leaves of pearls
leaves, leaves of garlic
leaves, leaves of leaves
x
hate people asking me what my major is you know that everybody thinks poetry is shit about june breezes and lonely flowers and all that bullshit. which, i mean. the only other person i've met that was a poetry major literally wrote some damn thing which involved the words "june" "breeze" and "whispering". i wish i were exaggerating. no wonder people hate poetry. if that's poetry i fucking hate it too. man.
my fiction writing I teacher said something to the class about he hates poetry majors. and i can't blame him. i dunno if he knows i'm a poetry major or not; i haven't told him, but i think it says on the class list. everything that i've turned in to him has been about drugs and sex. well, that's pretty much all i write about, any damn way. wonder what he thinks of that. oh, and i turned in a big fat rant about idiotic white boys talking about how they can't relate to characters in toni morrison books. maybe if you're lucky i'll post that up here later.
i don't know what i should major in. i think i'll stick with poetry, probably, but i don't know for sure.
what d'you think i should major in? |
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[Oct. 12th, 2004|11:37 am] |
so i used to know two people that lived here. then deborah moved away. now i know one person in the entire city.
bunk, i tell you. bunk. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2004|01:29 pm] |
my homework:
90 pages of drawings
three poems
go to the Art Institute and draw
fuck yes. life is grand. |
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