non curo. si metrum non habet, non est poema.

Here is the really bad poem I wrote for Creative Writing class.

I Am Not Sure

I like sandwiches
really a lot

and maybe pickles

although I’m not sure about pickles,
like I am not sure about you.

Pickles taste funny,
if there’s too much or too little dill,
and you’re funny too,
as if you didn’t have enough sleep one night when you were in the womb,
or as if dill addled your brain.

I think I'm subconsciously mocking a lot of poets that I know, especially T. S. Eliot and William Carlos Williams, but there's really only so much conscious mockery you can get into ten lines. It's not as "good" of a bad poem as the examples she read in class, but I feel like it's definitely pretty bad. So... sure, I'm at peace with that.

Mostly class has consisted of what I call doodle writing. It hasn't even hit the "noodling" stage. It's just random things that you write about mainly because you were told, looking for inspiration somewhere. I'm actually really good at the not having to write coherently thing. = D

And it turns out that three pages in the journal is not as much as it sounds like. I don't think it'll be a problem if all that doodle writing counts. I just think it would be nice to get some actual real ideas out of the doodle writing like I'm supposed to, so I can move on to the actuality of working on a story. I mean, doodling is all well and good, but it can get boring after a while.

In conclusion: I like quiet mornings, mornings without chapel.