Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Happy Lance Larsen Day!

Lance Larsen came to my poetry class today. And I made cupcakes. Which made me think of Corey in Empire Records, who makes cupcakes for Rex Manning Day. If you haven't seen the movie, you should. And if you have, the cupcakes were the only similarity of the experience. But it did inspire the rest of this blog. Yay blogging!

Warren: Who glued these quarters down?
A.J.: I did.
Warren: What the hell for, man?
A.J.: I don't feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren.


I love it when I get to hear a poet talk about being a poet, or a writer about being a writer. It used to terrify me to hear them talk about leaving a poem alone for months or years, about rejection slips, etc., and I decided that I wasn't a writer. I didn't have what it takes. Listening today, though, made me think that maybe I can do this, provided I continue to pursue my academic career. Combining the two--creative and academic--will make me that better a professor in the long run.

Mark: Hey, Lucas. I've decided I'm going to start a band.
Lucas: The first thing you need is a name. Then you'll know what kind of band you've got.
Mark: Right, right. I was thinking about, um, Marc. How does that sound?
Lucas: Is that with a C or with a K?
Mark: Well my name is with a K, so I was thinking my band's name could be with a C. That way it's kind of that psychedelic, you know, trip thing.
Lucas: Always play with their minds.


I met with Susan Howe today to have her look over the poems I'm going to read on Friday. I found out that I'll be reading last, by the way. But that wasn't what I was saying. I was going to say that I had "things incommon" at the bottom of the stack. I told her I was thinking about reading the first section, maybe. She liked it all.

I have also decided that my first book will be titled "things incommon" and dedicated to. . . well, that I can't tell you, because I don't want to make anyone jealous. (I'm thinking in book form now!)

Lucas: Who knows where thoughts come from? They just appear.


I never want to be a Lucas; but I'll quote him.

A.J.: Lucas, do you think it's possible for a person to be in love with someone else and not even know it?
Lucas: In this life there are nothing but possibilities.
A.J.: Well, that's good, because I have to tell Corey I love her by 1:37.
Lucas: That's an excellent time.


I don't know if I'll get over my need-to-be-married complex anytime soon, but I'm working on it. What I have working in my favor is that I'm dedicated to my education and myself. That and Kapka's right. Flirting is fun. And would be awkward as a married person. But thank you for everything everyone said (I have to be general here because I don't know who you are, but somehow you know me). It got me through a really really really bad night.

A.J.: What's with you? Yesterday you were normal and today you're like the Chinese guy from the Karate Kid. What's with you today?
Lucas: What's with today today?


There are so many good lines left to use. But I'm running out of things to say and I can hear Zizek calling my name. It's very muffled (because of his beard) and heavily accented, but it's still my name. "Slavoj! I'm coming!"

4 comments:

Tolkien Boy said...

I wasn't SO far away, I'm sure...you could have brought a cupcake or two.

I like the poetic style of this...keep it up.

erin said...

And what a great movie to use too. I love Empire Records.

Phunny Phanny said...

Honestly - and I really am sorry to differ here, but I have never been in the mood when sitting to watch Empire Records. Not a junkie, but enjoyed it enough to love this line --- and orange M&Ms :)

"Attention Rex Manning fans. To your left you will notice a shoplifter being chased by our night manager Lucas. This young man will be caught, deep fried in a vat of hot oil and served to our first 100 customers! Just another tasty treat from the gang here at Empire Records!" -Gina

Special K said...

Hey "ms. don't talk to me for a week."

this will not be tolerated.

pick up the phone!

k.

 

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