Just found this line scribbled last March, and it seems apropos for thesis season:
The better the poems are, the more they will feel like art rather than raw grief, which is no doubt what they are, dressed up and taught to talk nice.
Nobody wants to see raw grief, but if it can hold a fork right, tell a few jokes, possibly...
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About Me
- eudaimonia
- As noted on my bio page, along with the fact that I will occasionally wear a scarf, I work in the communications/media industry. In my other life, I am a grad student and (eek) poet. I live in state-sanctioned holy matrimony with a person of the opposite gender, but we find it more romantic to play like we're just shacking up. Actually, we've been together about 10 years as of today. Politically, I'm a registered Democrat who sometimes votes Libertarian, still mourns the death of the socialist project and thinks Arlen Specter is kind of cute (in that curmudgeonly grandfather kind of way.) Metaphysically speaking, my closest fits right now are secular humanist/religious trivia buff/failed mystic. Re: all this about the Golden Mean, etc., I wish I could say I knew my Classics (much less geometry) inside and out, but what I dig I dig.
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