March 28, 2005
A student's muse sings
What you think is yours--
It's not your own--
Don't take credit for my disdain.
I should be on your works cited page.
I don't take vacations.
I listen to your rantings daily.
Of how You feel. How You endure.
The headaches, eye twitches
Posted by Amanda Cochran at March 28, 2005 5:30 PM
Are from my intermittent screams
In your head.
You're twisting a sonnet screw in my thumb.
Can you face--alone--the sting of syllabi,
The timed transactions of thought?
Never without me.
Very cool. I especially like the lines about being a works cited page and "twisting a sonnet screw".
Interesting take on this, Amanda. Why don't you think about Eye Contact again :-) You're a good writer. I like that the muse thinks it ought to be on the works cited page. Amusing (no pun intended).
Thank you both for the compliments. I just wanted to add a little flavor to my otherwise pic/media aesthetics encrusted blog.
Does anyone know how I could cite my muse? I don't think Dr. Jerz has instructions on his Bib-Builder for that sort of thing. :-)
Encrusted? Heh. :P
I enjoyed reading that poem.
Try that gargantuan MLA style manual we purchased for Intro. to Lit. last spring semester! Haha, perhaps muses should be considered personal insight? *shrug* Anywho, it's always nice to see a smattering of creativity on a blog. Wish I could comply with my own standards...
Neha, you surprise me. I thought you were the ruthless judge of poetry. One complimentary word?
You're inviting Neha's criticism? Brave soul. ;P
Lol..he speaketh the truth. And he hasn't even taken a poetry class with me!
A thick layer of epidermis is needed in my line of work.