Monday, November 30, 2009

Bad Poetry Monday

I'm tempted to troll xanga and pull something about suicide, roses, and cutting, but that would probably be wrong. So I scoured my own old xanga, and the results were just as hilarious.

However, reading over my old stomping grounds reminded me that I used to be passionate about writing, even the little blogs I slapped down daily. I'm going to quit trying so hard and write like I used to here, when the moment feels right, when the words are forcing their lettered little legs out of my mouth.

Like this dramatic little bit:

I'm porcelain, I'm breakable
Whenever I'm with you
I'm china patterned delicate
Floral white and blue.

Even the shade of your words,
[Every syllable matters]
Can make me smile and laugh,
Or leave me broken, shattered.
~Copyright me
~I miss the codes and lyrics here~
--back they come--

Monday, November 23, 2009

Bad Poetry Monday

I chose this for the title. Honestly, you could probably argue the body of the poem is good, but that title was enough to set me giggling because I am, apparently, a 12-year-old boy.

"To a Young Ass
its mother being tethered near it"

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I actually studied Coleridge, was finishing that grad class about a year ago. We did not happen on this little gem.

Anyway. There are so many things I'd love to rant about but, one -- it's not Rant Wednesday, and two, it's about some problems I'm having with students, and that would be completely unethical. So. It's end of the quarter, and I'm pushing through.

Happy soon-to-be Thanksgiving!

Here's the body of the poem for those interested:

Poor little foal of an oppress├Ęd race!
I love the languid patience of thy face:
And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread,
And clap thy ragged coat, and pat thy head.
But what thy dulled spirits hath dismayed,
That never thou dost sport along the glade?
And (most unlike the nature of things young)
That earthward still thy moveless head is hung?
Do thy prophetic fears anticipate,
Meek Child of Misery! thy future fate?
The starving meal, and all the thousand aches
"Which patient Merit of the Unworthy takes"?
Or is thy sad heart thrilled with filial pain
To see thy wretched mother's shortened chain?
And truly, very piteous is her lot --
Chained to a log within a narrow spot,
Where the close-eaten grass is scarcely seen,
While sweet around her waves the tempting green!

Poor Ass! they master should have learnt to show
Pity -- best taught by fellowship of Woe!
For much I fear me that He lives like thee,
Half famished in a land of Luxury!
How askingly its footsteps hither bend!
It seems to say, "And have I then one friend?"
Innocent foal! thou poor despised forlorn!
I hail thee Brother -- spite of the fool's scorn!
And fain would take thee with me, in the Dell
Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell,
Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride,
And Laughter tickle Plenty's ribless side!
How thou wouldst toss thy heels in gamesome play,
And frisk about, as lamb or kitten gay!
Yea! and more musically sweet to me
Thy dissonant harsh bray of joy would be,
Than warbled melodies that soothe to rest
The aching of pale Fashion's vacant breast!


Friday, November 20, 2009

Friday Finds: Writing

I got exactly four hours of sleep last night-- the quarter ends next week for one of the colleges at which I teach, while the other is on semester and will go to Dec. 11. Needless to say, I'm grading like a madwoman, as the college expects final grades to be turned in before noon on the Tuesday after Thanksgiving. Apparently, we lowly adjunct profs don't deserve a Thanksgiving.

Who's bitter?

But enough about my non-bitterness. On to the websites:

For agents, you can't beat Nathan Bransford. Other agents have blogs with occasional interesting material, but he makes his blog about writers, writing, and the business of publishing. Good stuff.

For the actual, sitting-down-to-write motivational stuff, there's Write or Die by Dr. Wicked. Great for NaNoWriMo or just vomiting that first draft up onto paper. I also like this site, though it gets a little too syrupy-let's-hold-hands toward the end. Still, good for when you're feeling like giving up or have recently experienced a harsh rejection or review.

And, even if you're not that into writing, I think you might enjoy the snark and smooth voice of THE INTERN. She gives great advice with wit and verve.

And that wraps it up. My favorite sites, now saved for posterity.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Wednesday Rant

First, this is for me. Anyone who happens by, lovely, pull up a chair. But I've been blogging for, what, 8 years now? And I need an outlet.

It's therapeutic, that's what it is.

Since it is late and I still have a few papers to grade tonight in order to make my goal for Friday, I'll keep it short and sweet.

Today's rant is brought to you by my son, Brad, who, in his divine wisdom decided I didn't need to view the programs I set to Tivo, and further, that his choice in Nick at Night was far more important than Glee or Eastwick.

GAH. He was grounded anyway! But I was watching Star Trek with Jay and Mike, and Brad wasn't interested and headed up to my bedroom where he canceled my programs so he could watch. (it only lets you record the channel it's on-- our downstairs lets you watch and record on another channel)

I love Glee, and I was REALLY looking forward to tonight's episode. Honestly, Eastwick isn't that great, but it's pretty good, has potential. Strong female leads and magic, two things I like, especially together.

My room is officially off limits to the boys as of tonight. I am Mean Mommy for the duration of the November sweeps!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Blog the First

So I know hardly anyone reads this -- *waves to the two of you* -- and I find I never have anything to say, so...

I'm going to write toward some themes. Some ideas I have so far: Poetry Mondays (especially bad/cheesy poetry or really good found poetry, or my own stuff), Rant Wednesdays, and Things You Should Know/See/Read Fridays.

Because I like having a blog and I, like many of my students, lack direction. Often, if you fix the focus, you fix the essay, short story, novel, or blog.

So. We'll see. Tomorrow is Rant Wednesday. :D (I have a feeling the ranting will be the easiest day...)

Also, I'm over here now.