Sama Says has one of the most evocative posts I’ve read in a long time:
I’ve decided to organize my home office and part of that is to get rid of a box that I’ve been carting around since I first started moving: The Box Of High School Poetry.
I wrote reams and reams of terrible poems through high school and college, but rather than just burn the box, I’ve decided to post a poem a day on a sub-blog until the box is empty.
Actually, most of the poetry is morbid and the usual, no one thinks or feels as deeply as I do, and we are dealing with the usual categories of poems:
- no one is as smart as me
- no one feels as deeply as I do
- why can’t anyone else see the looming disaster if we don’t treat each other better
- we’re all doomed.
I’m Going Slightly Mad – Queen
People Need Love – ABBA
Alan Rickman is the ultimate male sex symbol for lesbians.
His Snape is the silver screen’s new Mrs. Danvers!
Mason Crumpacker is a ridiculously smart 9-year-old girl who became moderately famous this month after chancing into a conversation with Christopher Hitchens at a get-together of freethinkers in Houston, TX
Because a kid who’s growing up in Texas and has that level a head on her shoulders, is going to have an amazing life. Not to mention, being far more heartening a story than elevatorgate…