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Tuesday, September 2, 2008

get outta my face, I'm a POET!

So I sit at the front of the boat
and I want to jump over and out and then I think
no
it's cold down there I can tell even now from here
I should stay here for now in the boat

I shouldn't even be allowed in Monday's poetry lecture.

1 comments:

Lisa said...

There is something about poetry, and especially about interpreting it, that is very very personal.

When i was doing David's poetry class I often wondered why his desision of what was good poetry/worthy of analysing was different to mine, and which of us was more right and why.