People (coughonepersoncough) are complaining about my lack of blog writing.
I am sorry.
Honestly.
I just want to spare you from some random crap that will result in half my followers gone.
So.
In my school there's going to be a poetry competition about what it feels like to be a teenager. I think I'm going to enter. I have some vague ideas - but it's probably going to become some wannabe-creative drivel with 'obscure' metaphors for the youths of today and phrases with 'hidden meanings'.
Knowing me, that sounds legit.
Life has been weird recently. I don't know, it feels like I'm just going through the motions each day. Like my life has set routines. Nothing has really been HAPPENING. It feels like groundhog day over and over. Walking in some strange parallel universe.
So if you (yes YOU) could possibly leave some inspiration on all things teenagery in the comments, that would be fabulous. Really. Maybe my poem can even be less terrible.
-Hannah
Well, I'm not gonna lie, I am so superficial when it comes to poetry. If it rhymes I'm happy. In my English class we're studying a poet called Carol Anne Duffy, who is very edgy and feministy. Oh and Sheenagh Pugh, I really like her :)
ReplyDeleteOh, I've also nominated you for the versatile blogger award, feel free to find the rules here: http://rosieandthewolf.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/why-so-versatile.html
Deleteor not.
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Thanks so much, Rosie!!
DeleteWill definitely look into those poets, and thanks so much for nominating moi!
-Hannah
Teaching the Ape to Write Poems
ReplyDeleteby James Tate
They didn't have much trouble
teaching the ape to write poems:
first they strapped him into the chair,
then tied the pencil around his hand
(the paper had already been nailed down).
Then Dr. Bluespire leaned over his shoulder
and whispered into his ear:
"You look like a god sitting there.
Why don't you try writing something?"