Quoth the Scrivener "I prefer not to"
Anyone ever read Bartleby the Scrivener?
It's a good short story.
Mostly about a guy who just does his job and when he is asked to do anything else, anything else other than copying large volumes of legal writ, he simply answers with "I prefer not to."
Now, that's what I feel like doing.
Not the copying part.
I find that part rather dull.
Maybe I'd enjoy being a copyist if I was copying poetry in some artistic fashion, but laws and legalese don't appeal to me as much.
The point is, I have about 53 pages of work to do. I prefer not to.
Well, I would rather finish it all and enjoy it, but I just can't wait till I'm DONE!
I'd almost feel like saying I prefer not to go to certain classes . . .
but I like all my classes.
Now I'm approaching a two week period (starting this coming Monday) where I have no assignments due. It's like the silence before the storm. It's like looking out from a very large cliff. I know that's pretty dramatic (I tend to lean that way), but this is more than just a crunch time. This is the end of my degree.
Anywho, to end on a better note, I look forward to Spring.
Then I hope to compose many poems that reflect on my experience here.
I've been dabbling with Spenserian verse (the Spenser that wrote The Faerie Queen) I hope to write a sonnet or two using that form . . .
. . . maybe some of you English Literature savvy persons can give me some tips.
So, that's about it from me. Just waisting time waiting for Kristine to finish writing her exam.
Here's some nonsense Limericks!
"Please, Politely buy my Pizza Pie!
Ponder Plenty no more. Please try!"
"No", I said
With a mouth full of bread,
"And stop sPitting in my eye!"
(hmm... yes, I am bored, so I'll write another)
Things weren't working my way
So I got a job out on the highway.
Hid in a ditch,
Stole from the rich,
And all I got was a bumper.
The last limerick did not keep rhyme.
Maybe this one will rhyme this time.
Okay my friend,
Now we near the end.
Nah, I prefer not to.
2 comments:
There once was a man from Lemird
Who shaved an 'L' in his beard.
The L fell into a Lake
The man did wake
And exclaimed "now that was weird!"
As you can probably tell. I wrote those limericks. If you didn't find that out by reading them, I must be better than I thought... maybe worse.
you definitely need to write some sonnets. not enough people write sonnets anymore.
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