Today is a day of words. It started out like shit but slowly got better and here I am now trying to collect it for you.

-One copy of William Faulkner's The Sound And the Fury bought off that one street vendor that is always on the drive: $4

-One poetry slam filled with sights and sounds and images: $5

-Renewing my faith in people and the power of ( Read more... )

Ali says (12:15 AM):
I feel like I have no direction...or something
Ali says (12:16 AM):
like Im just going to school and I have no idea what that means
Ali says (12:16 AM):
other than I need to get good grades because it feels good...and then what

I like school. I like learning. I like academia and challenging myself with intellectual conversation and ( Read more... )

I sat in on one lecture in a series of graduate/faculty lectures today as an activity instead of our weekly ESS meeting and it was FABULOUS. Elliot, Joey, and I attended a lecture on Faulkner and the Rise of European Fascism and it was really quite interesting. Despite me not having read any Faulker (heh whoops). It was so so SO cool to be ( Read more... )

As you may or may  not have noticed, I have finally started writing again with a fair amount of regularity and it feels. so. good. I don't care if it's bad or stupid or lame, it's expression.

A writer’s desk

Empty tea-cups

Notebooks akimbo

Stapler, earrings, bobbypins

I am surrounded

Books on the floor

Magazines, scarves

Scholastic ( Read more... )

I turned on my computer to look for a cliffnotes version of 'Le Tartuffe' by Moliere. But then I got distracted by slam poetry. Ahh, slam, how I love thee.

Anyways, today I offer you a very silly, rather sweet, only slightly inappropriate slam poem by Mike McGee, who I saw live on Tuesday. This poem is much better live, which you can see here but I ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel like Justin and I could, and should be friends...like this whole scene has been blown so far out of proportion on my behalf ( Read more... )

Reaching away ( Read more... )

Dead Poet Slam was awesome. I saw Hunter S. Thompson, Edgar Allen Poe, Dr. Seuss (who brought down the house with a rip-roaring rendition of Green Eggs and Ham), Marcel Marceau, and many other awesome poets whose names I don't remember. I t was fantastic ( Read more... )

I woke up yesterday to be rudely surprised by the fact that I'm sick. All congested and throat achey and now it feels like theres a mess of brambles growing in my chest ( Read more... )

Today was weird ( Read more... )