I can’t seem to stop writing. Too bad most of it’s not for the thesis. I think last night’s francophone poetry reading just stirred up more creativity so I feel I have to write or else I’ll explode. I might put up what I wrote two days ago soon, but for now, here’s a poem I just wrote this morning in response to ideas I got while walking across campus. It’s amazing how a strange, unrelated series of events can spark something like a poem or a story or an invention, and all it is is just a series of random, chaotic events. Fascinating. This poem is a result of some randomness: buying whore red nail polish as a joke with Ian, reviewing some of my old poetry about autumn, and seeing some bright red bushes as I walked across campus this morning. At any rate, the poem is Damned Bush, and while it will probably go through some revisions eventually to tighten up the imagery and language, for now I’m happy. Time to go check my pages then grade that inch-thick stack of papers that has been accumulating a while.

Addendum: I was looking at the poem and I thought about renaming it “Bloody Bush” both to invoke the notion of red and the British way of cursing something, but I didn’t like the way it would work with the double entendre of the word “bush” as it concerns both the plant and the implied temptress who stole the boyfriend away. A “bloody bush” in that case is really just rather disgusting, so I think I’ll leave it as “Damned Bush” unless you guys think “Bloody Bush” is better.