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Poems for ENAM170

How much suffering will learning’s name impose, Until at last these learnéd things fall short And fail to pacify the hell, Of life in educated misery…. An enigma; yet just as bound by laws of flesh and bone; We only fool ourselves with fantasies Of evading the world’s corporeality.

Posted 30 April 2008 † Yuletide § Writing ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged:

Reflections on Mongolia

Big Brother is watching, don’t say the

…[From Reflections on Mongolia | Chinggis Khan Moves to the City ]

Posted 07 January 2008 † Yuletide § Commentary § Creative Nonfiction § Finished ‡ Comments (1) ° Tagged: ,

Ger: A Voicethread

P.s. I really do not like Voicethread.

The original poem .

Posted 06 January 2008 † Yuletide § Multimedia ‡ Comments (2) ° Tagged: , ,

Poems => Digital

Timelessness embodied in its chests, The malchins’ mournful voice serenades his herd; A wood-framed home in a woodless land.

Ode to Pepto O Pepto, how gracious thou art Calming the stomach’s sea Thy fair complexion glows as a rose in Spring Thy taste, as sweet as the finest chalk.

Posted 04 January 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction § Multimedia ‡ Comments (0) °

Untitled Poem for ENAM 175 (Draft 1) 9/19/06

My brain floats behind my eyes, a storm of sparks thrown from woven currents— A writhing mass of computational fury. An enigma; yet just as bound by the laws of the flesh; We only fool ourselves to think it escapes this physical reality.

The observer sees my particular set of actions, reactions, expressions; This is all that defines me. There is no abstract I floating somewhere in grey [...]

Posted 22 September 2006 † Yuletide § Writing ‡ Comments (0) °

METAL SONNET

The theme song of the evil hordes’ advance The lumber of the drums, it swallows thee/you/all romance, dance, perchance The music floating limply in the air

Posted 24 May 2006 † Yuletide § Incoherence ‡ Comments (0) °

Poetry Close Reading: Quarantine by Eavon Boland

See this writeboard for an up-to-the-minute updated version. Since there is no way to edit these posts without losing one’s sanity.

In the worst hour of the worst seasonof the worst year of a whole peoplea man set out from the workhouse with his wife.He was walking—they were both walking—north.

This powerful poem begins with a decisive [...]

Posted 22 May 2006 † Yuletide § Reading as a Writer ‡ Comments (0) °

HER VOICE IS TINLIKE FLOATING

HER VOICE IS TINLIKE FLOATING THROUGH THE AIR EXPANSE OF OPEN ROADS DIVIDING US WHEN SHE COMES DOWN TO VISIT I USE NAIR

Posted 21 May 2006 † Yuletide § Incoherence ‡ Comments Off °

Poetry Reflection

I’m still conflicted about poetry—not quite ready to seal my judgment on it yet, which is good since I”m signed up for a poetry class next semester, but still… I never really felt I was able to get into poetry, I was always writing around it, trying to get at things I couldn’t really feel. [...]

Posted 21 May 2006 † Yuletide § Meta § Writing ‡ Comments (0) °

Grandpa Abe

Someday, if I go bald I can blame my grandfather

It’s easy to blame someone you never met

Posted 21 May 2006 † Yuletide § Snippets § Writing ‡ Comments (0) °