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poetry. agh.
Yes, I am fully aware this is my third update in twenty-four hours. Shut up. So that creative writing class I was so excited about? It's a poetry class. ::sighs:: So I guess I'll expand my horizons and hope against hope that my class isn't full of emo poets who take themselves way too seriously. So here are my first couple of assignments... because I am a narcissist. Assignment #1: Write a poem. About whatever the hell you want. You have two days. Go. Newton's Law
Anticipation
Disappointment Assignment #2: Write a poem. At least ten lines. Use the 3rd or 11th item on your list from your "triggering town." Use the words "orange," "shrub," "footstool," the name of your town, "tinfoil," and an unanswered question. Title your poem as the last three words of the fifth line up from the bottom. You have ten minutes. Go. Dollars for Food
There is a two-dollar movie The Multiplex promises We drive by
FIN. 10:42 p.m., Monday, Feb. 07, 2005 |
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