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My creative writing prof has asked us to write our reflection for the course as a poem, so here is the poem I have written looking back on a course that focused on our relationships with nature and each other.
I've just called it Reflection
Beginning not with words, but with nature,
The fabulous green grasses and trees, flashing leaves in the Sun,
Bringing to me the untranslatable senses that must be put to page,
And I struggle under the weight of expectation and the poets that come before me.
First of the sweetest smells comes the creeping charlie,
Purple trumpet flowers blaring from the ground and threatening clover,
But the beauty disguises its hideous purposes and bids that children come collect it,
Distribute it across the park like the animals before them.
Vines running carpet across the ground as the birds sing overhead,
Cardinal and blue jay loud to one another and ignoring one another,
Bringing to this world the natural music of desire,
And I listen with ears open and heart open and eyes closed against the Sun.
Words now, to the page, to the eyes of my faceless fellows,
Awaiting examination and criticism, as I nitpick the words of others,
I wish they would be braver as I marvel at their creativity,
With a boldness I cannot express after a lifetime of creative stifling under threat of struck name.
But returning as always to the words of Whitman,
“Give me solitude, give me nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities,”
And I sit in the Leaves of Grass with heart open to the world around me,
Waiting for words to fill my page that will never come close to what I feel.
And that is all that communication tends to be is near misses,
As words can never encompass the entirety of experience,
Nor the babbling creek or singing cardinals, the sweetness of the bellflower,
And I copy these smells, sounds, sights to paper, wishing I were braver.
realized belatedly that by publishing this on tumblr, if my prof uses ai detection on my poem there is a higher chance it will get flagged but tbh i don't know if i care at this point
My creative writing prof has asked us to write our reflection for the course as a poem, so here is the poem I have written looking back on a course that focused on our relationships with nature and each other.
I've just called it Reflection
Beginning not with words, but with nature,
The fabulous green grasses and trees, flashing leaves in the Sun,
Bringing to me the untranslatable senses that must be put to page,
And I struggle under the weight of expectation and the poets that come before me.
First of the sweetest smells comes the creeping charlie,
Purple trumpet flowers blaring from the ground and threatening clover,
But the beauty disguises its hideous purposes and bids that children come collect it,
Distribute it across the park like the animals before them.
Vines running carpet across the ground as the birds sing overhead,
Cardinal and blue jay loud to one another and ignoring one another,
Bringing to this world the natural music of desire,
And I listen with ears open and heart open and eyes closed against the Sun.
Words now, to the page, to the eyes of my faceless fellows,
Awaiting examination and criticism, as I nitpick the words of others,
I wish they would be braver as I marvel at their creativity,
With a boldness I cannot express after a lifetime of creative stifling under threat of struck name.
But returning as always to the words of Whitman,
“Give me solitude, give me nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities,”
And I sit in the Leaves of Grass with heart open to the world around me,
Waiting for words to fill my page that will never come close to what I feel.
And that is all that communication tends to be is near misses,
As words can never encompass the entirety of experience,
Nor the babbling creek or singing cardinals, the sweetness of the bellflower,
And I copy these smells, sounds, sights to paper, wishing I were braver.
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Haven't been super active on here, but have definitely been creative in the meantime. This summer, in addition to doing volunteer work and a couple classes, I've decided to focus on getting writing done and hopefully getting something published.
Made a bluesky to document it and build a "social media presence" for myself, so follow me there if you want to see me show my bare ass (metaphorically) and document the process
Triptych about brood parasitism featuring from left to right...
The cuckoo catfish with its host, a Shuja horei, the cuckoo bird with its host, a greater reed warbler, and a mountain Alcon blue butterfly grub with its host, a Myrmica ant
if you are a professional in the arts who, for whatever reason, have your entire platform based on Tumblr and the destruction of Tumblr would mean the destruction of your livelihood, please take the 18 hour update as a sign to diversify. Tumblr is already so treacherous with its seemingly random bans and unchecked auto-flagging, it is very important to have multiple platforms or at least an established backup, so that if it ever does truly become unusable you have somewhere to go without having to start all over again
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Hot tip for parents both present and future: When your kid tells you something is wrong, listen to them!
Sorry for not posting much lately, I’ve been busy with work and personal stuff, including an upcoming spinal x-ray I’ve been waiting over a decade for and the angriest doctor I’ve ever met in my life
3 year later i have scoliosis, kyphosis, and degenerative disc disease. I have gone through 2 physiotherapists and am on track to be referred to a pain clinic in november because the second round of physio did not help. There is a strong possibility that in tests for said clinic they will find other problems with my spine because the pain is, in fact, peogressing. Pain killers no longer help, i wear a brace semi-regularly, and i injure myself weekly because i can no longer differentiate between regular chronic pains and “you need to stop” pains. I am changing careers and going back to school in part because i can no longer physically work in my chosen field.
My father still does not understand how this happened.
Computer is still crashing and other aspects of it are degrading rapidly so im not able to use it for long (more than an hour sometimes) periods, which means drawing is increasingly difficult.
I've bought a tablet for school so i can at least survive the semester, but between the computer and schoolwork, im not going to be posting for quite a while. I dont know when ill be able to afford a new computer, so until then this blog is on hiatus
Im still online and active on my other blogs, just not this one. I'll see you later space cowboy 🫡
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