Allow Me to Explain Myself...

I apologize for the rash of poetry posts. And no, I did not write all of those last night. I lack the drugs, depression, and/or insane talent to spew out 6 poems in a few minutes. All except for the one with the gnarly gramps were written by me a couple of years ago in Sophomore Poetry Workshop, a class at Syracuse that was certainly sophomoric. Any child who talks constantly when the teacher is talking is absolutely absurd, especially when the child is a 20-year-old college student. I was in more functional classrooms back in elementary school.

But even bigger than the class was the system it was in. What kind of well-regarded, heinously expensive liberal arts school offers but one single poetry workshop, AND ONLY FOR SOPHOMORES?! What!? Obviously my schedule both semesters sophomore year didn't allow me to take the goddamn class. Then the next year as a junior, it would only be natural that I had to get a petition filled out which bestowed upon me, a weird junior outsider who had no natural-born right to enroll in the only poetry workshop available, the honor of being ALLOWED to take the shitty class. You could cut the tension with a knife the day I came clean to the sophomores about my true grade level.

To be fair, the class wasn't all terrible, considering it got me to actually start writing poetry again. I posted some of those very poems last night because the mood just struck me to dig up some writing from the past. I hope you enjoyed.