Here's a bunch of stuff I wrote in the wee hours of Thursday (4/10) morning that I couldn't post on here until now because I didn't have my computer:
[1:30 am]
I've figured out why I academically hate it here at Pratt. In every class I'm in, I either don't understand what's going on, or the other students are closed-minded, pretentious jerks who shoot down whatever I say. I am completely unstimulated and un-encouraged because of this and thus unmotivated.
I am an airplane,
high in the sky.
So blue, so bright.
I soar above you
with graceful wings.
Always in flight.
[2:23 am]
I'm a thinker not a philosopher. I don't tell you how to live, I analyze how we live. I analyze human interaction and society. I analyze how the world works, and I talk about reality.
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3 comments:
I love the poem!
i feel like i've read this same poem ten million times before. stick away from cliches. anything involving "graceful wings" will read like a fifth-grader wrote it.
It reads like Ko Un. It's lovely.
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