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Jul. 4th, 2003
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Jul. 4th, 2003 08:51 pmOriginal fiction alert. I don't know how many of you have already read this (Llanowar? Silme?), but here it is anyway. It started as RPS, but Silme said it was too sad, so I rewrote it, changed bits and pieces and handed it in as homework for my Creative Writing Class. I think it works pretty well as an original story. I wasn't so sure about the RPS one. Anyway I promised Silme and myself some kind of sequel, which adds a happy ending to the story. Without further ado, on with the story.
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Jul. 4th, 2003 08:51 pmOriginal fiction alert. I don't know how many of you have already read this (Llanowar? Silme?), but here it is anyway. It started as RPS, but Silme said it was too sad, so I rewrote it, changed bits and pieces and handed it in as homework for my Creative Writing Class. I think it works pretty well as an original story. I wasn't so sure about the RPS one. Anyway I promised Silme and myself some kind of sequel, which adds a happy ending to the story. Without further ado, on with the story.
( Desert )
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Jul. 4th, 2003 09:17 pmI still think about stuff I heard at the reading on wednesday. Michael Hulse was answering questions at the end of the reading, and talked about reoccurring themes in poetry. I don't think I have one yet. Poetry lives from the experience of its author. I neither have a lot of experience nor have I written enough poetry to show such string of topics.
When I browsed through Empires and Holy Lands, I remembered a piece of writing about arriving in Stanstead and going north by train. It was just a four liner, too small to stand for itself. I finally completed the poem. I structured it 4x4 lines with added head and end.
( Approaching Dusk )
I finally finished it, because I remember Michael Hulse telling us, that you can write about anything in your poetry. Anything you want. So I found the courage to use the writing on the wall, which I actually saw when I took the Stanstead Express towards London.
When I browsed through Empires and Holy Lands, I remembered a piece of writing about arriving in Stanstead and going north by train. It was just a four liner, too small to stand for itself. I finally completed the poem. I structured it 4x4 lines with added head and end.
( Approaching Dusk )I finally finished it, because I remember Michael Hulse telling us, that you can write about anything in your poetry. Anything you want. So I found the courage to use the writing on the wall, which I actually saw when I took the Stanstead Express towards London.
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Jul. 4th, 2003 09:17 pmI still think about stuff I heard at the reading on wednesday. Michael Hulse was answering questions at the end of the reading, and talked about reoccurring themes in poetry. I don't think I have one yet. Poetry lives from the experience of its author. I neither have a lot of experience nor have I written enough poetry to show such string of topics.
When I browsed through Empires and Holy Lands, I remembered a piece of writing about arriving in Stanstead and going north by train. It was just a four liner, too small to stand for itself. I finally completed the poem. I structured it 4x4 lines with added head and end.
( Approaching Dusk )
I finally finished it, because I remember Michael Hulse telling us, that you can write about anything in your poetry. Anything you want. So I found the courage to use the writing on the wall, which I actually saw when I took the Stanstead Express towards London.
When I browsed through Empires and Holy Lands, I remembered a piece of writing about arriving in Stanstead and going north by train. It was just a four liner, too small to stand for itself. I finally completed the poem. I structured it 4x4 lines with added head and end.
( Approaching Dusk )I finally finished it, because I remember Michael Hulse telling us, that you can write about anything in your poetry. Anything you want. So I found the courage to use the writing on the wall, which I actually saw when I took the Stanstead Express towards London.
