I honestly cannot explain what was going through my mind during these photos. Except for that perhaps my afternoon caffeine might have kicked in during the last one. Currently, exactly half of my entire wardrobe is on my sofa. The sofa that is in plain view of the window for all of my neighbors to see. Seriously, they should come by and help me pick out my outfits or something. The big window is lovely, however it makes me feel like a damn goldfish at times.
Anyways, the cascading pile of laundry will stay there. Possibly until I get over my fight with Wallace Stevens. How dare he write such an enticing poem that I decided to conduct a five-page close reading on that was mostly me just repeating myself over and over. ugh. So moving onto this weeks poem!! Yay! I did not have workshop this week because of one-on-one counseling with our instructor so I am going to present to you my poem that I submitted for the motor city blog. (sorry for those who have already seen it) I am not sure if I am pleased with this poem or not. I did write it based off of a photo though, which I have become more attracted to this process now that I have done it. I may have to work more with this experiment. Enjoy!
Adorned with a pretty disaster
Forgotten in your face.
We scatter around in realization
That we have time, space.
If there is beauty in the forgotten
And if there are holes that lie,
The stranger will come around
And he will know that we still try.
Top-Gift from Mom
Belt-Thrifted via Regeneration
Skirt-Thrifted via Salvation Army
Tights (both pairs)-CVS
Finish close reading paper
Finish reading SLUT!
Make appt for Ortho & academic adviser
Create Flicker account
Bien Mardi Gras!