PTSD

Finally getting around to NPM

I would just like to thank the code at blogger for taking my last post and sending it off into the black hole that is the internet. Perhaps there is a planet of lost posts somewhere near the place where lost pens go? Is there a market for secondhand blog entries?

Have no fear, though--my post was conveniently backed up as a text file (take that, blogger!)

The stars have aligned and I find myself finished with classes, without a job, and in the middle of "turn off your tv week" all at the same time. In the ten minutes it took me to go from "Great! I finally have time to get some work done on my proposal" to "I'm so bored, what am I going to do now?" I also realized that it's still National Poetry Month. Isn't that convenient?

And so, in addition to our regular diet of snarkiness and whining, I propose to add a bit of culture. The first installment? Poems that I wrote about as an undergraduate, but still like to read for fun. It's a short list. And I'm leaving out the lit crit, for which you should thank me. You can, of course, crit to your little heart's content in the comments, or chime in with suggestions for additional poems. Hey, we're a mixed media kind of place. And as soon as I figure out Flickr, we'll be adding the visual arts to our (short) list of talents.

First up: e.e. cummings (1958)

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

posted by Elizabeth @ 10:38 AM