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Why am I updating twice in a day? Because I am a feedback whore, that's why. Here's the deal: My high school has a "literary magazine" called VOX. I believe I've done that in the long-absent Latin section which used to be at the bottom of every page, but in case I haven't, I'll do it at the bottom of the page and relearn how to set up anchors, to boot. Anyway. VOX: I would like to be on the editorial staff next year. A good way to do this is by submitting many things this year. I enjoy writing - the problem is getting it good. That is where you, gentle (or perhaps homicidal - I don't really know) reader, come in. You see, I can criticize myself up to a certain point. But I get all my references and I understand all my phrasings and everything. And I am the world's worst analyzer of my own tone. Aside, perhaps, from Michelle T., whose last name will not be put up here but rhymes with "Chandler." Oh! And Alon "rhymes with Quidditch," who those of you reading my diary more or less regularly will have heard of as "a-co." The boy refuses to take a hint. Anyway: This is one of the things I am considering submitting. It was written today. I have had only a few goes at it, and Alan was kind enough to have a go at it (which means that I am putty in his hands and if he wanted me to go up and do things illegal in Texas with him, I so would. Except, no, because he's straight.) and that helped. But I'd like your help, too. The four questions I ask you now are: Thank you very much for reading this. If you are Raych or Al, I'm very, very sorry you've got two copies of it. Oh, and the title should look very familiar indeed. By the way: formatting got screwed up - the indented lines are all part of the same stanza, even though there's suddenly much more space between them. I lack the HTML skills to do that. Onward: what sort of a tiger are you? duty's a tricky thing to grasp my mother asks sort of Tiger are you? words like buckshot to my heart taking as her root Assertive Manly Aggressive Proud and wholly Chinese and it's easy to sit damned i was born to fight but accommodation's the name of the game and suddenly those adjectives which growing, you know, not likely and an injunction comes so you put on a mask the immigrant friend explains it all: but nothing will let me, see, yellow is good my son a series of masks are created, yes? Lost: greedy I claim the Analects as mine and the Enlightenment as the world rushes before me and it blurs to the razor-sharp sixty-four-thousand dollar: which one? and using the trappings of one with every switch i make what sort of a tiger are you? a strange breed this faced with such a thought and in which column do i square myself which fork is for the taking: wax obedient or further rebel becomes too much a loaded question and too many choices will govern my life: which in turn is for me and when trying to be (hold your tongue say the parents but and so, it's back to the beginning, (but that american coffee and soda and now the second signal has been given what sort of a tiger are you? // Other questions: how do I punctuate the last line? is it fine as-is? That's it for now. Honestly. Send feedback: there's a j-mail link at the left of the page. If you don't see it, I'm sorry; write to [email protected]. Good night, finally. vox, vocis f. voice |
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