And of course, the two last classes I’m taking at Pierce I get classes with the “smart guy”. Oh, yes, you know who I’m talking about.
The unaware, inquisitive pricks that sit in the far back of the room and ask (of their own accord) “random, unrelated” questions. Effectively, they put a leech on time in a class I’ve paid quite a bit of money for. In high school, these types are great fun. I was one of them!
But in college, oh man, in college. This is great. Already I’ve found nine separate people to give looks of bewilderment whenever they open their mouths. Which is fantastic.
High school was three years ago and already I’m feeling like a curmudgeon. I’m now a 20 year old taking classes with a bunch of 16 year olds and I’m far past being jaded with community college. I thought the generational gap would take a little bit of a longer time to notice, but no. However, I’ve found a bunch of friends from work and personal life that I can sit and chat with in my hour between classes. It’s actually quite lovely!
Those creative juices are swiftly recovering from the summer drought, too! I’ve gone on to drawing a couple of things I can’t explain well in writing as symbols. One thing in particular is the relation of memory to reality, and that product’s relationship to anterograde memory. Something I’m considering of using as a tattoo idea, even. I’ll be putting it up when I have a finished product of it, but I’m pretty happy so far! It’s going to get its own rehashing when it goes up.
Speaking of which: how you liking that feature? It came about as a need to explain some of the more personal symbolism behind a bunch of poems like in the Poikilothermal Special. I plan on doing almost one each for every single piece I have, hopefully. Bit of a tall order.
I also recently passed the 900 poem threshold! About two days ago I was writing up the draft for “Manitoban”, a poem about recurring dreams. However! This journal’s excerpt is going to be from a poem I wrote a few days ago (super drafty phase, doesn’t even have a title):
Faster than the
Speed of light”
Based off of the emotion of aggression. I have another poem I wrote today that I’d love to share but it’s in my other notebook right now, but it’s based on the feeling of frisson: an involuntary emotional and physical response to music or something similarly moving. It’s going to need to go through some drafts to execute on its ideas, though. Little weak at the moment, in my opinion.
In fantastic news: Olympia Nights is now out on amazon! Click on its title screen on the sidebar (bottombar for mobile) to check it out! Only $0.99 for 58 poems!
That’s all I’ve got for today. It’s been draining lately and I’ve had an experience of a headache these past couple of days. I’m very happy to report that summer’s been shaken off!
Bring it on, autumn!