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I went to the New School and did a poetry class (my first ever). We were asked to write a concrete poem (one where the positioning of the words on the page mean something). I did the following, and it got me reported. I understand the writing isn’t great, but was it really worth an official complaint from my teacher?
Fed up upon a midnight dreary, I labored with eyes red and bleary,
O’er an epic tome of aging prose and poems bound to bore—
While I noodled, nearly napping, suddenly an inner clapping!
Rhyme, no less, had found a way of slapping me awake once more.
“’Tis a happenstance,” I muttered, “a weary chance mistake I’m sure—
Only this and nothing more.”
- for class. Finally my professor had given us something that wasn’t terrible to read, Edgar Allen’s poem, Lenore.
Fed up upon an evening dreary, for my mind a question queries,
O’er a tidal wave of aging prose and poems bound to bore—
While I noodled, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As if some winged desire came flapping, slapping me awake once more.
“’Tis a subterfuge,” I muttered, “a dream wrest from my phrenic core—
Only this and nothing more.
- I wrote this while doing a poetry class at the New School. I love an American education.
The following I wrote in about ten minutes. My professor must have met Will, because she gave me an A. If anyone out there is struggling for grades, do Liberal Arts degree in the States. You literally cannot go wrong.
I killed my brother
I killed my brother
By pushing
A very small, pointed piece of metal into
A gap in his head. Fantastic.
- I just found this on an old website of mine. Actually, I’d completely forgotten I even had another website, so this came as quite a surprise. Anyway, here you go:
Tonight, while doing research for my final poetry submission, I noticed a little mouse creep up beside me. It died, slowly, and inspired the following poetry. I first wrote sixteen separate poems, but have combined them here to form one with sixteen parts.
A mouse creeped up to me this evening,
And sat on the carpet until I looked at it.
I do not know if it is a boy or a girl
But what I do know is that it is small and cute,
And that it sat there for a while, cleaning itself.
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