A good friend of mine recently suggested that I ought to update my poetry blog. But I did not have any new poetry? I never thought of someone to expect writing from me, not unless they needed to grade it and file it away. So it struck me now that this blog could be a good way to stay in touch with all the people who might care to read what I want to write down. Even if all they want to do is grade and file.
Minotaur Shock: Rinse.
I didn't pay enough attention in class when we were learning about Svengali, his little mute French girl - what was her name? Well it seems like some crazy guy here wants to turn me into is mute little french girl. Either that or I believe it when he says he sees something in me. I don't see anything good in him, I begrudge him acknowledgement and am vaguely repulsed by him. He is too close.
Good. And then there is Boomting my lovely housemate - not room mate because we do not technically share a room, you silly Americans.
More to come. I have to teach myself to sing tomorrow. The thing with this city, the grass is green everywhere, everyday, it's what you don't reap that you pay for.
