So, for my poetry response tonight I wrote about my connection with Denise Duhamel's poem "When You Forget to Feed Your Gerbil" which is really good and really short and just awesome. But besides all that I really connect to the piece, both because I'm notorious for loving animals but being hated by them, frequently killing them, and for having mommy's issues. It's just a lot of fun times.
Ummmmmmmmm, other literary related things? I'm a sorta-kinda-not really-or officially editor for Lit Mag, basically meaning I do about of the crap work, but don't get an official title... But Lit Mag is fun and going to be awesome (even if our acceptance rate currently is like 25%), but we have yet to get to a lot of the pieces submitted by our class or creative writing 2/3.
Also, today in english class I wrote a poem, it's totally awesome and legit and like the best thing ever. Okay, not really any of that, but it makes me laugh and I feel the need to share it so here it is:
Dear Owner of the '86 DeLorean:
I'd tap that.
Well, more like hit that.
And more like I did...
With my car...
Bending your vanity license plate "OUTATIME" and
tearing your "I left my flux capacitor back in 1955" bumper sticker.
I've never been skilled in "driving"
Check out my bumper,
it's a crime scene.
just ask that squirrel,
forever splattered on the side of I64.
He's not going anywhere.
That smeared squirrel patch?
He'll wait for you,
Where I didnt.
But I left a note
(just not my number)
Sorry!
These are the things that come to my mind when I'm supposed to be analyzing the horrors that is Emily Dickinson. You can tell that I'm super productive then. This makes me happy though oddly.
TP-CAST and Rhetorical Triangle that Mullins.
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