lisa g (anithradia) wrote,
lisa g

a poem is never finished, only abandoned

So Nathan has got me writing again, and for that I am incredibly thankful. I blame it entirely on his job working audio for the student center. I'm working on this series of poems on the planets (for no reason in particular, it just sounded interesting). Hadn't worked on it since mid winter quarter, though. But somehow he got the hare-brained scheme to set the poems as spoken word pieces to ambient postrock. I like the idea, though it seems a bit ... I don't know. The poems aren't long enough, so in a way having the poems as part of the work seems unnecessary. But he suggested it, and I'm certainly not going to say no. The idea makes me feel good about myself, even if half the time I think my writing's crap.

Then I felt bad about not having written more in the series, so I popped out another poem, this one on Uranus. I think it still needs a lot of work, but at least it's down on paper.

I Want to Touch Uranus

Search it out in heaven --
wisps of perfection lost
in wanderings through
the final haze of 84
years. Take off
thin rims and life blurs
into blue and cold.

In other news, I am incredibly overwhelmed by school work. It is only week five of the quarter, and I've got so much stuff to do -- a paper for media law due Friday, my HTC freshman portfolio due a week from tomorrow, a presentation for Spanish the Friday after that, and then just random other projects throughout. Definitely not a freshman-level course load.

I've been playing lots of Magic:TG lately, and I actually got second in a Type 2 tournament Friday evening. I think it was because I was wearing a dress and was the only girl competing. Heh. It was great because I beat people who beat me in the extended tournament a few weeks ago. I have Nathan to thank for my win, though, because he got me a deck based off of one of the pros at the Yokohama tournament for our sixth month anniversary.

Six months! Just think, if it hadn't been for that awkward 1.5-2 month break up in fall, we would have been dating for eight months. It basically feels like we've been dating for eight months -- fall quarter seems like so, so long ago, and I still loved him the whole time we weren't dating.

And with that, I must be off. Cases on privacy law and the right to publicity are calling my name. "Lisa, Lisa, come read us, we are waiting to pwn your soul into little glittery bits."
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