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Sep. 18th, 2009 | 10:24 pm

I have not been here in over two years.

I return....to the void.

(pin drops. echo.)

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Mar. 23rd, 2007 | 02:28 pm
mood: geeky

Being an unapologetic and incurable book lover, libraries overwhelm me. Too many free books shown to an anxiety ridden bibliophile can be nearly as dangerous as a stash of heroin shown to a recovering addict. I have lost too many hours to books as it is and when I walk into a library with the intention of checking out a book, maybe two I frequently walk out under the weight of an armful of sliding volumes: everything from fiction to history to art to poetry... there is no way that I will read all of these books in the two week time slot that I am given but I try. Oh, how I try. 

So today I went down to check out the new facility that just opened up in my town. It's a nice building - they have the most extensive travel section I've yet seen in a suburban library - but dangerous to my condition. My biggest problem was the categorizing of books. They didn't have one big nice chunk of history books but several chunks of history books - on different shelves, different aisles, under completely different numbers. You want political nonfiction? You can find some here..some here... and there's more over there. I found a book of Mary Karr's poems in the fictions section. No, it wasn't misplaced, it was dewey decimal-ed into that spot. I know categorizing thousands of books isn't an easy job but c'mon. 

Next time I visit I'll be sure to bring a list of potential books I want to read and look them up on the fancy computers they have there. And probably never find them. 

Oh yes, and I did get a nice stack of books today.

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Mar. 9th, 2007 | 08:40 pm
mood: apatheticapathetic

I have a very bipolar attitude towards my poetry. Sometimes I will read a bit of the stuff I've written and I'll think I'm spot on; other times I will struggle with bad form, poor metaphor and blatant amateurism. And I want to burrow away and forget about all this writing business. Tonight is one of those nights.

It's not all terrible, I'm sure, but it's just not all great. The overall quality is lacking and the amount of excellent poems can be counted on one hand - maybe two. And forget about finishing that novel, might as well win a nobel in quantum physics.

When I feel like this, the best remedy is to read some contemporary poems; that usually makes me feel a little better. Taking a peek at the quality of some of the stuff being published today and I realize that, while some of it is great, much of it is average at best. I guess it depends on who you know and how badly you want it. In that case, I can only pray that I make a really excellent teacher someday.


Patience, thy virtue is overrated.

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