I haven’t been posting much anything here for a while. This semester at school has kinda killed any creativity I might have thought I had at some point. Like it or not, most of my writing is brought on by reading. Specifically, reading things I enjoy. Haven’t done that in a while. Modernist texts- blech. Marxist, feminist texts- blech. Reading with theory in mind- blech. I hope today finds everyone in teh intarblogwebs well and not stuck in the tubes. I have had to write some terrible pieces for my poetry workshop class, I may post those at some point so you can /point and /laugh at them. For today’s amusement, a short poem I wrote during my poetry workshop class while I wasn’t paying any attention to the nice grad student who teaches it. Sorry.
(Fragment)
Torn foil and cork still on the screw-
One bottle- one glass-
the dissipating residue of sweet German grapes
Down a short hallway a muffled figure in a bed that has only one pillow.