I got in to grad school! I'm not entirely sure what to make of this yet. I think I'm excited, but I'm also kind of flustered because now I actually have to do this. Before it was always a hypothetical thing that was only hypothetically scary. I's gonna be edumacated hehe. So... if I disappear for 2 years starting this fall, it's not my fault and you've been forewarned.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tonight In English 474
I saw her
Tonight in English 474
With her arms
Draped around Dunbar.
She was speaking in
Miss’ippi dialect to Twain
In Crane’s open boat
But everyone else
Just heard the ocean.
I had forgotten - until
Zora Neal Hurston
Reminded me - of
How I used to lick
Her throat like it was
One of those
Frozen purple popsicles
That I would buy
For fifty cents from
The ice cream trucks
In Pacoima . It was so hot
That the ice would melt
In moments and I would
Finish the treat by
Swallowing the sweet
Sugar water as if
I knew
It would be the last time
I would taste it. For an instant I
Could still taste
The purple of her throat
On my tongue and I
Nearly forgot where I was
Until the professor,
Peering at me strangely,
Repeated a question
About a passage in Story of
An Hour and I
(Angrily) spouted out,
“Chopin must have been
Referring to the fickle
Nature of American women”
Half the class gasps,
The other half laughs, but
I just smirk.
The lesson learned
Tonight is all about love.
Tonight in English 474
With her arms
Draped around Dunbar.
She was speaking in
Miss’ippi dialect to Twain
In Crane’s open boat
But everyone else
Just heard the ocean.
I had forgotten - until
Zora Neal Hurston
Reminded me - of
How I used to lick
Her throat like it was
One of those
Frozen purple popsicles
That I would buy
For fifty cents from
The ice cream trucks
In Pacoima . It was so hot
That the ice would melt
In moments and I would
Finish the treat by
Swallowing the sweet
Sugar water as if
I knew
It would be the last time
I would taste it. For an instant I
Could still taste
The purple of her throat
On my tongue and I
Nearly forgot where I was
Until the professor,
Peering at me strangely,
Repeated a question
About a passage in Story of
An Hour and I
(Angrily) spouted out,
“Chopin must have been
Referring to the fickle
Nature of American women”
Half the class gasps,
The other half laughs, but
I just smirk.
The lesson learned
Tonight is all about love.
So, you remember Seaman?
It would seem this "Human Faced Fish" have lived in in some South Korean pond since 1986. I guess people trip out because the features are quite human. I find it fascinating because they remind me of Seaman...
Here's a video...
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