I had hoped to post something witty and insightful tonight. Instead, I spent several hours finishing up an assignment for my senior project. Well, kind of. The assignment was an annotated bibliography to provide the foundation for the 25-30 page paper that comprises the bulk of the senior capstone project. Except that I’m doing a different sort of project, a collection of original poetry. What does an annotated bibliography have to do with the creation of a collection of original poetry, you ask? Good question. I’m still not sure.
(However, Dr. K, on the chance that you happen to see this, I would like to add that it wasn’t completely useless, and it did inspire me to do a lot of reading and thinking about my own theories of poetics.)
Anyway, where I’m really going with this is that I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be reading in York, at the Market St Sparky & Clark’s, on November 11th. That’s a Saturday; 7:30pm sharp! Kind of sharp. Okay, probably not really all that sharp, but it’s not a huge place, so if you want a seat, you should get there earlier than 7:30.
I think it’ll be good, although I’m getting increasingly nervous. The good comes from the fact that I hope to have the bulk of my senior project done by then, so I should have a lot of new stuff to read; the nervous comes from the fact that I’ve so far spent the first almost-half of the semester on stuff like this annotated bibliography — stuff that doesn’t directly contribute to the writing of the best poems you’ve ever heard.
No, no, I’m not quite that narcissistic.
hey! i resemble that.
i resemble that.
What I think is most interesting is that the story isn’t quite true. I wasn’t writing about you — that was just a quip I made later. How narcissistic for you to blog that I was writing about you!
alledgely one of the possibilities concerning Carly Simons song “Clouds in my Coffee you probaly think this song is about you” is that it is about Mick Jagger(more likel JT) but Mick sang back up on the song that is narcissistic.