Today is November 9, 2011. There are *does math* seven and a half weeks left of this year. About five weeks left of this semester. And three weeks left of November. In that time I have to:
-Pass all my classes, getting mostly A's (if I want to student teach)
-Read 26 books to fulfill my 50-in-2011 challenge
-Write 35,000 words to win NaNoWriMo
So, yeah. No big deal. Classes are going (mostly) well. I've gotten back to reading as much as possible (I kinda stopped for a few months there). And I am totally ROCKING NaNoWriMo (I'll talk about my story some other time). But all of those combined? I don't know how I'm going to make it to 2012 in one piece.
Books read: 24
Words written: 15,116
Days until this is all over: 52
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Poetry Wednesday: Twittering through the Woods
Twittering through the Woods
More than all the print I have read in my life,
At home in the fleet of ice-boats, she
Unscrews the doors themselves from their jambs!
Resisting anything better than her own university, she shares an
Endless unfolding of words of ages, and if
Each and all be aware I sit content, because there is
Never any more inception than there is now.
Just twittering through the woods. “Smile
O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!” and
“Hurrah for positive science!” Cheerfully take it
Now. With behavior lawless as
Snow-flakes, the spinning-girl retreats, scooting
Obliquely. We chant the chant,
“Never enough! enough! enough!”
A Found Poem from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”
Allison Ridley 2011
More than all the print I have read in my life,
At home in the fleet of ice-boats, she
Unscrews the doors themselves from their jambs!
Resisting anything better than her own university, she shares an
Endless unfolding of words of ages, and if
Each and all be aware I sit content, because there is
Never any more inception than there is now.
Just twittering through the woods. “Smile
O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!” and
“Hurrah for positive science!” Cheerfully take it
Now. With behavior lawless as
Snow-flakes, the spinning-girl retreats, scooting
Obliquely. We chant the chant,
“Never enough! enough! enough!”
A Found Poem from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”
Allison Ridley 2011
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