Friday, July 09, 2010

shake it off

You probably won't believe--I'm not sure I believe me--but somehow writing that last post got all those awkward needy feelings out of my system. I'm good to go, at least until the next hormonal up-surge.

In the meantime, I'm finding myself desperate to write and create and art. Art is a verb, people. At least, it is now. I'm at work, looking at numbers, and I just want to be curled up in front of a painting at the Art Institute. Or the Tate Modern. Let's go to London, friends.

I sent some of the poems I've been working on to one of the poetry profs in my program. (This post brought to you by the letter P.) She was enthusiastic about the work I've been doing this past quarter--and so am I. It's something new and very very--well, me. It's the kind of poetry I want to write, at least right now, not some pale imitation of someone else's work. It's all mine. It's a good feeling.

So this is detox. I want to write. I want to talk with people about writing and art and excitement.

Won't you be my people?


Chelsea said...

You have a very cute blog. I love the design and your writing.

Lekili said...

Count me in...especially if we're doing it in London--together.

Anna B said...

yes!!! i will be your people!! send me these poems please please please. please! odd thing: was just in weird hormonal missing relationships mode as well. glad we're in sync :)

come to london right this second.

Kim Woodman said...

Nice blog. I'd love to share art with you. :)

Auri said...

I'm in. please share. your poems in particular.

Bonnie said...

I just came across your blog. I like it!! I have marked it and I will be visiting again. I love to create and I love to write.

Rachel Anderson said...


Miss you! XOXO


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