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18 I 2003 - 20:41 - verba43 |
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It's that Alchera time of month again -- I'm a little healthier now, having abandoned all efforts at the application for the summer program I don't want to do, and that's how this got written. What I ended up writing started from a morning, see, when I got up at 5 AM and pulled down the blinds. I recently switched rooms, so that my window now faces east, to the dawn, instead of the north, and on that morning the entire sky was glowing a bright blue, interrupted only by purple clouds. It was strangely beautiful, and yet it terrified me -- something was wrong, perhaps it was the colors of everything, and I wanted to curl up in a ball and hide somewhere. Neither the day that followed, nor anything after that, could shake that feeling, and after mulling over it a bit, I thought I might be able to make something of that sight. It's funny -- I thought I was going to do the essay topic again, and then this came out of itself. I'll note that Shostakovich 15 helped a lot -- the night after I heard the piece, I was finally able to write something I felt halfway happy with. Only halfway happy, because there are still quite a few lines giving me trouble -- I'm hoping that putting it up will give me enough stimulus to fix them. (Hmm, why'd I use that word? Maybe I've been hearing a little too much about 'economic stimulus' recently.) We'll see what happens. Here's the topic: OPTION NO. TWO: Write a poem that includes strong imagery reflecting this season. Your number of lines should definitely exceed 20. No title. The glowing dawn sets forth Long-dreaded, born of Alaska to fill In the absolute stillness of dark |
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Can you think of something new to help me fill this space? |
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