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Damn. I knew there was something I was going to do today. Spotlight is having a poetry workshop focusing on sonnets--Laila even said she'd thought of me when she set it up--but I'd forgotten about it until just now. It will have ended about five minutes ago.
But, y'know, maybe it's just as well. I've been breaking away from formal poetry, anyway. Fuck sonnets. I wrote a piece of prose today. I was sitting in the Philosophy library, trying to read about language, when out flowed a short story about a toad on a quest. It's the first piece of fictional prose I've written in six or seven years. It's quite short, but it feels significant and momentous.
Speaking of things I haven't done in six or seven years,* yesterday I signed a lease to rent a house from September to the end of next June. I'll most likely live there this summer, too, which means that for the first time since I left home at 14, I'll be living in the same place for a full year, unbroken. When I move in I can move in all the way, really get myself settled, knowing that I won't have to pack it all away again in four months, or six, or even nine. A full year. Glory.
*I can link anything to anything. Y'all should let me MC the Open Mic some time :-P
P.S. To any of you who might've been worried: I think I'm okay. I'm not 'better', I'm not 'fine', but I've stopped the downward spiral without hitting absolute bottom. I'm... coasting. Look up at the sky today. I'm like those clouds.
But, y'know, maybe it's just as well. I've been breaking away from formal poetry, anyway. Fuck sonnets. I wrote a piece of prose today. I was sitting in the Philosophy library, trying to read about language, when out flowed a short story about a toad on a quest. It's the first piece of fictional prose I've written in six or seven years. It's quite short, but it feels significant and momentous.
Speaking of things I haven't done in six or seven years,* yesterday I signed a lease to rent a house from September to the end of next June. I'll most likely live there this summer, too, which means that for the first time since I left home at 14, I'll be living in the same place for a full year, unbroken. When I move in I can move in all the way, really get myself settled, knowing that I won't have to pack it all away again in four months, or six, or even nine. A full year. Glory.
*I can link anything to anything. Y'all should let me MC the Open Mic some time :-P
P.S. To any of you who might've been worried: I think I'm okay. I'm not 'better', I'm not 'fine', but I've stopped the downward spiral without hitting absolute bottom. I'm... coasting. Look up at the sky today. I'm like those clouds.
