i must announce that this twelfth day of november (it's the thirteenth now but i haven't slept, so) has been quite productive, despite the fact that i mixed up my timetable in my head and missed art class.
- covered leaf-shaped card with real fallen leaves (of the season, it's autumn), a tedious job with pva glue but moments like these give such homage to the domestic hairdryer!
- cutting card into leaf shapes is a whole different story, mainly of my right index finger's fingerpad slightly bruised due to the grip on the blade
- four pages of notes on two poems, a realization that my heart is in adoration of poetry, even though it never can confine itself to quatrains and rhymes and stanzas and lines
- ah even more productive-ness, an internal rhyme was just made in the last bullet point
- an organized ring binder
- seven hours of sleep on a weekday for the first time in a long time
- two real conversations with actual people in school today
- my excellent use of bullet points in this entry
- my actual entry existing
this isn't exactly of the twelfth of november, but it was yesterday afternoon and still deserves a bullet in this entry concerning productiveness:
Hey Adi, I must say, I've been reading your blog entries for the past week now and they're pretty entertaining and interesting to read. :) And for the record.. I didn't even know you were gone -_- The only time I found out that you left for London was when Miguel and Kathy told me w/c was last week. Well.. anyway.. keep these entries flowing. Lookin forward to the next one. ;p Takecare now!
ReplyDeleteabout the poetry, a lot of modern poets have stopped using end rhymes (or so i've heard). the pressure's on internal rhyming and stuff..
ReplyDeletebtw that's a cool pic of the birds on the street.
now i'm glad that these entries are coming along however fragmented they are. :)
ReplyDeleteaww wow, thanks nic! :) i used to write a lot more but i've been out of sorts lately. and i'm thankful that even little pieces every now and then are able to flow out of me. however small and mundane.
ReplyDeleteyeah, you're right. i realized that most of my favorite prose fiction is like poetry. jonathan safran foer, jon mcgregor... paulo coehlo has a vintage sort of poetic-ness when he writes. i realized this because of my poetry and prose classes. the latter can just get SO boring. but i always have a field day with the poetry classes. what do you mean pressure's on internal rhyming?
ReplyDeleteabout the photo, thanks :) you know what i had to do to get that? i was standing really near the flock of birds, like with them surrounding my feet, had my camera at the ready and eye in the viewfinder, and then i stomped a foot, then they flew, and i snapped. ahahah! i got quite a lot of stares for it....
hayyy. hahaha. me too. i think a little peace found me today maisee. i felt it when i was waiting for the bus on the way home. it was drizzling. me and my hat and "what the world will never take" on my shuffle and a bit of spinning around and singing.
ReplyDeletetheir works seem like poetry sometimes. or atleast they break the rules of grammar like theywouldn't use complete sentences and stuff. i meant that instead of poets writing with end rhymes they do internal rhyming to make the poem sound better in a way...
ReplyDeletehey that's smart, how you had to work to get that pic and all. and u got that pic at your first try?
woah, only saw this now.
ReplyDeleteindeed. let's call it something. poem prose? ficpoetry? grammarebellion? hahah! that was fun
i'm so fascinated by poetry. all the terms like caesura and enjambment. the only thing i hate is figuring out the rhythm.
yeah i think that was one of the first photos. i put the camera on multi-shot, so i could choose later on :)