Wow, it's been a long time since I put anything here. Sorry fellow bloggers-- life has just been a real drag lately, and I know you've all heard me say that before. I keep amazing myself with how much work graduation from highschool actually is, and I'm not even doing much! I've got friends whose workloads far exceed my own.
In any case. I just wanted to post something so that I don't fall into a habit of non-writing. That would be utter doom for me-- it's my best talent. The thought of it just fading away, like water eveaporating from a cup, is simply terrifying. I will do my best to keep posting through the next two months, but do expect a few wordless late nights from me. Once I'm done with school things will pick up again. Promise!
One last thing. Recently I've been reading a volume of poetry called The Fly in Autumn, by David Zieroth and it is really good! I'm blown away by a lot of the thoughts and the phrases and the rawness of the line breaks. A canadian poet and a really good read.
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hey Juice
ReplyDeleteglad you surfaced for a bit.
here is a poem of Zieroth's.
The Fly in Autumn won the Govenor Genaral's Award for Poetry this year, by the way. a pretty high mark!
keep your head down buddy and get through your year.
we will all be here.
~robert
SINKING
One morning he woke up and started sinking
down through flannel sheets, through foam
through each airspace in foam, his fingers
clutching what he kept missing, missing it
when he opened his hand, nothing there and
the same nothing kept with him as he sank
down through cloth, coils and then
through his parquet floor, and he panicked
when he entered the ceiling of those
who lived below—but they were workers
and they had already left, their bed sheets
untidy, and he couldn’t help noting
pants on the floor, a tube of lipstick tipped
on the dresser, its lid off, the living colour
alarmingly red, and he descended
through shag rug musty with crumbs
and unswept hairs, sock fuzz, toenails
and once a glitzy button passed by
He began to relax now he knew he could
manage ceilings and floors, believing
he would stop when he met hard earth
so down through six discrete floors
he fell, slowly, almost as one drifting, not
plummeting, not a disaster, just a descent
He waved goodbye to operational apparatus
in the basement and then easily entered
concrete and felt the first brisk cold muscle
of buried earth so long removed from light
and incalescence, and knew he would continue
until he met the central fire of the globe
and he wondered if heat at the heart
would be his final immolating destination
if that forge would provide the brake
he needed—but already he was thinking
it hardly mattered where he finally ceased
because the journey toward heat would be
long, long, much longer than six floors
and he would need to settle into accepting
this fate if he wanted any clear mind left
when he came face to face with molten flame
calling him, undoubtedly calling, though last night
he could not have imagined any such sound
Glad you're back! I loved the cup evaporating line, it was simply perfect. I know exactly how you feel with the high school work load, it seems like I'm swamped though my classes aren't so bad.
ReplyDeletejust saying hello and cheering for you!
ReplyDeleteyou can do it!
I'm blown away by the fact that you study and write and are so young and talented in the first place.
ReplyDeleteDon't give up, but don't beat yourself up either. x