007-seriously-serial

Back to Writing. I have a month of from work and I am about half way through it. I have been going through some old poems and the growth I see is rewarding. I have been traveling a few days in London and now off to Paris for a few days for the first time. I have been reading more poetry as well. Here are a few British gems for your enjoyment. I'll update with some French poets hopefully by the weekend.

Cheers

TS Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
Patience Agbabi "Josephine Baker Finds Herself"
Linton Kwesi Johnson "Inglan is a Bitch"
Bhanu Kapil "Text to Complete a Text"

I have been itching to use the word giant(s) in a poem. . .

Speaking of giants I want to thank the literary elite for wrting some insprational stuff while I've been away. I have been going through my watchlist for the last few days just reading, and being blow away. I always feel like I've never left when I return here.

I want to be more active, like the old days. I miss it here, and I'm committing myself to making time for poetry again.

-I want to host a contest in mid to late February perhaps.

-I NEED to collaborate again. I rather enjoyed the work and did...

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I haven't written seriously in about a year...damn.

I think it is time for something new. I am tired of the worries that come with college; namely money. I"m so broke and I have no idea how I am going to pay for this semester. I'm not to worried about all that though. I have been feeling damn good lately. I'm trying to decide whether or not to travel to ease my mind and think about my art (both writing an visual). I have the travel bug in the worst way. I need to get out of Texas. I think a break from college may be the best thing for me. I want to get out there and do something.  

Hmm time to renew my DA subscription. In other news, I have begun writing again! I just started reading Letters to a Young Poet recently and have begun gathering myself up to get back to work.

time for a sabbatical.

-i have nothing new/interesting to offer this literature community

-my words aren't honest anymore

-i'm confused about my life and doubting myself way too much to continue writing things my heart aren't into

i will still be around i guess, just not as much.