Woah, have I been absent for a while!

Sorry for the late update. I have been busy with schoolwork and my ability to focus and multitask hasn’t bounced back very much at all. I fear this is going to be permanent, so any liveblogs of Digimon and Pretty Cure might be postponed until I figure out what is going on. I have temporarily dropped watching Sentai I haven’t seen before and will only resume when the semester concludes. This has all been sucky but there has been a good point. I have caught up mostly with all of my news shows and I decided to watch only half of All In with Chris Hayes and the Rachel Maddow Show. I already see a lot of the material they cover in my other news watching and reading, so I might as well not subject myself to it again. Maybe after the semester ends, I’ll start thinking of how to peace this dear part of my life back together.

Speaking of school, I have been writing and reading lots of poetry. For Intro to Creative Poetry, we have been assigned to read how to write certain poems and given many as examples to discuss in class, some of which we have to write analyses of. They were initially difficult at first but I managed to get the hang of it when I connected with how the form helps reinforce the poets’ message (Ex: “The comma here signifies how the speaker’s thoughts pause to consider the subject before continuing.”). I had much more fun with creating poems of my own. Though I never really gotten the hang of Iambic Pentameter, I enjoyed making poems that centered around Gamera monsters and seeing what themes and parts of their personality were revealed. It has been a bit difficult editing them for the Final Portfolio – I might look at them again later to make sure the changes fit.

The Modern American Poetry class involves much less creativity at least in that arena and mainly focuses on understanding Modern poetry’s history and seeing poetry in other stuff. We also write essays that analyze the meaning of the poem but also connect it to how it relates to certain movements and ideologies. I like my professor but he can be exasperating with his eccentric act, easily getting distracted by inspired anecdotes and teasing people who interrupt him, and his bemoaning of varying sincerity of how today’s technology is destroying the amazing poetic world. In addition to a 15 page essay (I’ve never reached even 10 pages in an essay before, I don’t know how I’m going to do that.), I have to do a scrapbook for poems and other stuff for the finale, which might be difficult as I said to him plainly. Through I find the class interesting, I don’t find any of the poems I read interesting enough to keep for life. I’ll do the assignment and try my best as he said but it’ll probably be just one other school thing that gathers dust around the house.  I know he’s trying to preserve the physical collection of treasured possessions but that’s just not my style. I have the feeling his efforts will mostly be in vein.

But whatever. Soon the semester will be over and I could concentrate on my stories, which I’ll update on…tomorrow-ish. Hopefully.