Time again to refresh this page with some insight about myself. I once again realized that I should have started my work earlier. but oh, well, I will catch up I suppose. I'm facing some new challenges, specifically, about to lead my own group of students at a juvenile detention center for a writing workshop. So, what do I have to be nervous about. I'm not worried about the surrouding, or their reaction, but my ability to gain their interest. How do I make writing interesting and be genuine, yet reserved and cautios. I'm afraid of messing up. For a while there I thought my classes were going great, and actually a bit slow. Now that I have homework and reading piling up, I become lazy in everything else. Last semester it lasted for a while. I have to find a way to get out of it. All this seems pretty typical/boring/confessional writing. It's a tease. How about saying I want to get wasted and quit work? That's still pretty common.
Here is a new poem, just in case
I am
silver blue
lining
on the edge of
creationism
thinking that i am myth
of individual
based on feeling
compromised
by the sun
and one dog chain
my mother overheard
two gueros saying
“been to progreso?”
“it’s like not a damn Mexican there knows how to finish concrete”
and I stood there
watching our ROTC march by
their arms clapping
pride and eyes
of Missouri
loving every minute of
cheerleaders, citrus
festival cold.
1 comment:
Pretty cool poem. Angular, clear, muscular language. The line that makes it is that quote in the middle, how it just comes out of nowhere and really serves as a counterbalance to the description in the rest of the poem. Then the poem becomes more than just mere description. There is something certainly political about it. I think the journal thing that you started is a great thing. I notice how your poems are gaining more and more momentum; you are getting more of a sense of yourself, more assured. Post more stuff.
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