I’m bad at blogging. Well, no I’m bad at routines. It’s a little odd because in general routines give birth to more routines, and I think I’m afraid of being to…well, routine. I suppose it’s easy to forget how much I love writing, I’ve been reading The Diary of Anne Frank and I’ve forgotten how much I enjoy simply writing to no one in particular. The idea behind the public blog is that eventually someone else will read it, but I’m not writing to you. It just like to occasionally share my thoughts with other people, for the rest there’s always the private setting.
My classes this semester are tremendous, insightful, intellectual and challenging. The course load is a bit intimidating, but so far I’m enjoying it (as proven by the fact that I’m actually READING the Diary). I’m concerned about my organization, I promised myself that I’d do better this semester and I made a plan and I’m trying to follow through. I think I’ll use the paper planner for homework and my computer calendar for engagements and appointments, that way I won’t be encouraged to take my laptop to class, the internet is a double-edged sword.
I guess it’s difficult to focus on classes right now because I’m just feeling very isolated. It’s funny how the times we’re surrounded by the most people is when we feel the most isolated. I wish I just knew how to get past that. I think I do it to myself, sometime I wish I could just shut down my over-active mind and enjoy thinking about my friends and what I’m going to do over the weekend. It just doesn’t happen, it never really has. I tried to explain it to Marla but I’m not as good with spoken words as I am with written words. Speaking of which, I’m looking forward to having my poem work-shopped in class on Thursday. Thursday afternoons are what I spend my entire week looking forward too. I can’t believe the work we have to do in that class! If I come through I am going to come out of it a much stronger writer than I was before, I can’t wait.
My next two poems are going to be on the theme of absurdity. I find I enjoy ruminating on ideas that saturate society that at a basic level are completely illogical. I enjoy writing about what Theodor Adorno called “the tension in the voice of the people.” The first is on Drive-thrus, (thank you, dad, for sparking the idea for this one). The second just came from Joy’s Blog About environmentalists who are arguing over who’s being more conscientious of the environment: Solar Panels vs. Tree-huggers: see it all go down Sunday! That’s all for now I think.
I agree that the written word is easier – there is always a spellchecker and thesaurus handy that makes it so much easier to express… unlike trying to verbalize complex feelings and emotions and getting all tongue-tied or running the risk of misunderstanding. But unlike the isolation of the written word – the spontaneous and unpredictable nature of a verbal exchange can help hone your writing skills… well… at least it will possibly provide more to write about! (especially when you totally botch a conversation like I do regularly and then use writing as a way to disect where it all went wrong!) I am happy you’re challenged by your classes – that’s a great feeling! Love you!
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