So stoked to finally have a desk again!
Kidney stones suck. Seriously.
Today at work I got told:
I can basically do not wrong for my remaining two and a half months. So that’s cool.
Things to be done in the next 12 days:
-Write 4 more pages of poems for chapbook. Group, order, title, and assemble said chapbook.
-Self evaluation of my writing this semester, and my teaching assignment on Eric Baus.
-Finish researching and writing my 20 page paper. Currently on page 2.
-Design a 15 minute presentation on said paper.
No problem. Right?
Listening to The Postal Service and writing mad poetic words whilst a Japanese study session is occurring four feet from me.
This is either the best or worst idea I’ve ever had.
Heading to Ann Arbor. So excited to get out of this city for a few days!
I need to stop taking naps on Sunday afternoons! I need to go to sleep so I can go to work in the morning and not hate my life.
In other news I am super excited to be in Ann Arbor with Jeremiah soon! Dear Wednesday, please come quickly. I need out of the Fort for a few day. So excited for a mini-vacation!
“Poetry Is a Destructive Force” By Wallace Stevens
Perfect last stanza.That's what misery is, Nothing to have at heart. It is to have or nothing. It is a thing to have, A lion, an ox in his breast, To feel it breathing there. Corazon, stout dog, Young ox, bow-legged bear, He tastes its blood, not spit. He is like a man In the body of a violent beast. Its muscles are his own . . . The lion sleeps in the sun. Its nose is on its paws. It can kill a man.
(via hookedonsemiotics)
Teaching assignment is due Thursday. Have to come up with an assignment or activity that treats reading in a way that it is not usually treated (no lit interpretation or teaching writing only to work on writing.) UM. Ugh. Everything I am coming up with seems a little to standard for what my prof wants. Fuck.
