September 12, 2005

say my name, say my name

In contrast to my English 171 lament, the boys outnumber the girls 2 to 1 in my creative writing class.

However, the rest of the boys in the class seem like the kind who write poetry: sullen, quiet, and not very attractive. Booooo.

Anyway, since it's a creative writing class, the teacher (who said he was married but spent far too much time making eye contact with me) had us write a quatrain about our name, and then read it aloud to the class and then we could all guess each other's names. To make things complicated, we were to include a food and a color in our stanza.

I think mine kicked ass, at least for a 5 minute freewrite. It was better than everyone else's at least. They got it on the first guess, the only poem to sucessfully get the name across without referencing a celebrity or a blatant rhyme scheme.

we scuba blindly, gagging for apples
mouths open, eyes closed, wrists behind backs
little boys cheer red delicious, girls granny smith
up and down we search, we demand satisfaction

Yeah, it's good to be writing again.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.