It shouldn't be terribly difficult. ^-^ Even my library's got a Complete Eliot, and it's...fairly pathetic, as poetry goes. (It's got some pretty first- or second-editions of Millay's poems, though, which I adore for the sheer gorgeousness of the books and would even if I didn't love the poetry in them.)
I really need to sit down and write poetry. I used to so much when I was little, but now I feel like everything comes out really cliche.
Ugh, me too. I have so much difficulty with poetry, although it's getting better now that I'm forcing myself to try not to be too -- metaphory. Because I'm not good enough at it yet. I had -- have -- so much hideously pretentious poetry it makes me want to hide my head in shame. So I'm reading people like William Carlos Williams, who writes these exquisitely simple poems, like
so much depends upon
a red wheel barrow
glazed with rain water
beside the white chickens.
-- and some more involved but still minimalistic poetry, and it's actually much harder than it looks (which is the beauty of it, I suppose.) Anyway, it's helping a bit. But I still produce approximately one poem every three months or so, give or take a little. Sigh. And yep, editing is NOT MY FRIEND. Poetry is so spontaneous, and there's this crazy fine line between sucking the soul of the spontaneity out of it and yet improving on the original idea. Argh.
Um. Calling. Let me see. You're in California, yes? I can't remember time zones very well, but I have this awesome feature on my iPod now so I can add time zones to my clock -- scroll through and it's got the Pittsburgh time (nearest big city to me), and currently I've got London and Alaska, I think. Anyway. I'm home most of the day -- well, no, actually lately I've been over at Alessandra's a lot, which is weird for me because I've never really had a social life before at all. But I'm still home a lot. Mondays I've a guitar lesson at three, and I'm usually gone for an hour or two afterwards running errands with Mum. Sunday mornings are church, of course -- Sunday's a really good day, actually; we usually stay home and relax and my parents nap and sometimes we watch a film or play a game in the evenings but mostly it's pretty predictable that we'll be home. If you call after about one thirty we should be finished with lunch. (We have a big family lunch on Sundays and just eat on our own for dinner, unlike the rest of the week.) It's probably best to call after twoish most days on account of school. Saturday is probably the only really bad day, though; I spend most of it at the library and the candy shop and hanging out with whichever friends come to the library with me most of the evening. ^-^ (Again, WEIRD STUFF. But a good weird.)
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I really need to sit down and write poetry. I used to so much when I was little, but now I feel like everything comes out really cliche.
Ugh, me too. I have so much difficulty with poetry, although it's getting better now that I'm forcing myself to try not to be too -- metaphory. Because I'm not good enough at it yet. I had -- have -- so much hideously pretentious poetry it makes me want to hide my head in shame. So I'm reading people like William Carlos Williams, who writes these exquisitely simple poems, like
-- and some more involved but still minimalistic poetry, and it's actually much harder than it looks (which is the beauty of it, I suppose.) Anyway, it's helping a bit. But I still produce approximately one poem every three months or so, give or take a little. Sigh. And yep, editing is NOT MY FRIEND. Poetry is so spontaneous, and there's this crazy fine line between sucking the soul of the spontaneity out of it and yet improving on the original idea. Argh.
Um. Calling. Let me see. You're in California, yes? I can't remember time zones very well, but I have this awesome feature on my iPod now so I can add time zones to my clock -- scroll through and it's got the Pittsburgh time (nearest big city to me), and currently I've got London and Alaska, I think. Anyway. I'm home most of the day -- well, no, actually lately I've been over at Alessandra's a lot, which is weird for me because I've never really had a social life before at all. But I'm still home a lot. Mondays I've a guitar lesson at three, and I'm usually gone for an hour or two afterwards running errands with Mum. Sunday mornings are church, of course -- Sunday's a really good day, actually; we usually stay home and relax and my parents nap and sometimes we watch a film or play a game in the evenings but mostly it's pretty predictable that we'll be home. If you call after about one thirty we should be finished with lunch. (We have a big family lunch on Sundays and just eat on our own for dinner, unlike the rest of the week.) It's probably best to call after twoish most days on account of school. Saturday is probably the only really bad day, though; I spend most of it at the library and the candy shop and hanging out with whichever friends come to the library with me most of the evening. ^-^ (Again, WEIRD STUFF. But a good weird.)