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Things I Have Decided Since
Much of what we brought we didn't need.
And the water wasn't really close.
I tried to lose you in the Mato Grosso jungle
but screamed when it got cold.
You stroked my forehead until you fell asleep
and I thought how horrible it would be
to hurt you, what an awful person I would be.
The grey interior hush of the body,
belly slid in slack exotic pleasure,
mouth a soft dent, and deep secluded
shudder, the terrible peaceful blindness,
and inward folded senses, as after a visitor.
It was darker than the pictures.
You were dreaming of before you knew me.
------Priscilla Becker from her book Internal West
This is what I am talking about, friends. When I started taking graduate classes in Creative Writing, this is what I expected. People with fucking outstanding new views on how to write, and what to write about. Instead I got dudez who do "spoken word"/"rap poetry" and read in pretentious voices that would shock even
James Lipton***1***, and female's who ask questions like "can ----- really do----" usually to me when I say something like "the water calmed itself". i.e. "Can water really calm itself?". Or they say things like "you need to do less telling and more showing", which should be fucking eliminated from the map of writing workshops. I am of the opinion that writing tells, and photographs show. You can't see something in a novel unless the writer TELLS you what the fuck there is to see.
There's my rant on writing workshops. Someday, if I can make up my mind, maybe I'll go to three more years of them at a school with some talented bastards/ettes.
When Your Faith in the D.Plan Dies, You Die. Seriously, somebody give GregStatic a fucking HUG. Tight and low, as the poets say.***2***
Top five phrases my Senior Seminar Professor used yesterday in a lecture about Feminist Theory:
5. "Fortunately no one flips me off....generally."
4. "My mom is a high art snob who oddly works at PeopleMagazine.
3. "There are people who don't read, I just don't hang out with them."
2. "Chew Gum?!?!?! I can barely walk and see!!!"
1. (on our senior thesis topics) "Listen, if you want to write about the phone book, Godspeed. It just better be good.
How cool is it that I have a professor who listens to Godspeed You Black Emperor and Big Star.
In the stereo: Pinback "blue screen life"
**1**For a real, hearty laugh, see SNL's parody of this show starring Will Ferrell and a stack of blue notecards the size of
St. helens.
***2***nobody says that. I made it up.
Things I Have Decided Since
Much of what we brought we didn't need.
And the water wasn't really close.
I tried to lose you in the Mato Grosso jungle
but screamed when it got cold.
You stroked my forehead until you fell asleep
and I thought how horrible it would be
to hurt you, what an awful person I would be.
The grey interior hush of the body,
belly slid in slack exotic pleasure,
mouth a soft dent, and deep secluded
shudder, the terrible peaceful blindness,
and inward folded senses, as after a visitor.
It was darker than the pictures.
You were dreaming of before you knew me.
------Priscilla Becker from her book Internal West
This is what I am talking about, friends. When I started taking graduate classes in Creative Writing, this is what I expected. People with fucking outstanding new views on how to write, and what to write about. Instead I got dudez who do "spoken word"/"rap poetry" and read in pretentious voices that would shock even
James Lipton***1***, and female's who ask questions like "can ----- really do----" usually to me when I say something like "the water calmed itself". i.e. "Can water really calm itself?". Or they say things like "you need to do less telling and more showing", which should be fucking eliminated from the map of writing workshops. I am of the opinion that writing tells, and photographs show. You can't see something in a novel unless the writer TELLS you what the fuck there is to see.
There's my rant on writing workshops. Someday, if I can make up my mind, maybe I'll go to three more years of them at a school with some talented bastards/ettes.
When Your Faith in the D.Plan Dies, You Die. Seriously, somebody give GregStatic a fucking HUG. Tight and low, as the poets say.***2***
Top five phrases my Senior Seminar Professor used yesterday in a lecture about Feminist Theory:
5. "Fortunately no one flips me off....generally."
4. "My mom is a high art snob who oddly works at PeopleMagazine.
3. "There are people who don't read, I just don't hang out with them."
2. "Chew Gum?!?!?! I can barely walk and see!!!"
1. (on our senior thesis topics) "Listen, if you want to write about the phone book, Godspeed. It just better be good.
How cool is it that I have a professor who listens to Godspeed You Black Emperor and Big Star.
In the stereo: Pinback "blue screen life"
**1**For a real, hearty laugh, see SNL's parody of this show starring Will Ferrell and a stack of blue notecards the size of
St. helens.
***2***nobody says that. I made it up.
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