2010-03-05

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2010-03-05 06:48 pm
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A Good Day

Yay, thanks to [personal profile] temaris I finally have an account.
In theory I'm going to use this mostly for [community profile] scans_daily posting and commenting, but I figure I can repost my Blogger stuff as well.

I have had a good and very successful day. Firstly a good scriptwriting class. My outline and premise had some decent feedback; it's onto the script and pitch now. Instead of a lunch break I participated in a flash mob with the Performing Arts students making a giant game of human Snake. In the afternoon I had a Poetry/Prose class, where I gave a presentation on narrative voice in Terry Pratchett's Discworld, and looked at the forms of the sonnet, triolet and pantoum. As I didn't feel upto writing a sonnet just yet I opted for a triolet and pantoum, which were received well.

Good times. Whee.
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2010-03-05 07:44 pm
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Triolet Trilogy

For once I'm not the only one
There's someone else who shares my cause
Our life has only just begun No need to search, my job is done Accepting you with all your flaws For once I'm not the only one
There's someone else who shares my cause

The scent you left has become bland
For everything these days is mist
I cannot see beyond my hand The scent you left has become bland My ears no longer hear demands Beyond my work nothing exists The scent you left has become bland
For everything these days is mist

If only this were not the end
And you would hear my voice again
Perhaps life would go on and mend
If only this were not the end
Your bedside I cannot attend
My actions I cannot explain
If only this were not the end
And you would hear my voice again
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2010-03-05 08:16 pm
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Pantoum

When the rest of the world is dead
Unruly thoughts keep me awake
Alone in the prison of my bed
My eyes begin to twitch and ache

Unruly thoughts keep me awake
The motions of the day in flight
My eyes begin to twitch and ache
To ease the pain I arise and write

The motions of the day in flight
When the rest of the world is dead
To ease the pain I arise and write
Alone in the prison of my bed