Greetings from Exam Week, Spring 2008. Woooohoo! As you can see from the above, faculty are dressing like shameful slobs this week (though so far it isn't having a positive impact on amount of grading done). The unidentified white object in the upper left corner of the pic is my grande nonfat, sugar-free vanilla latte, though the lid thereof is now messy, since I tripped walking up the steps on the way out. Give me a break. It's my first coffee of the day.
I usually get inspired to write poetry during exam week, since I'm procrastinating. But lately I've been writing more poems than ever before, i.e. 3-4 new poems within the last week. I really hate it when people complain about their surprising bounty. (OMFG, like, I'm so beautiful the boys won't stop staring at me, and it's, like, sooo annoying. Or, I have so much extra cash I just don't know what to buy next; wah.) But at risk of sounding like that, I have to admit that this feels strange, and I'm rather suspicious.
Typically I'll write somewhere between five and ten, max, pages of poetry each semester. I'm busy, and only getting busier. But this semester I've written 21 pages of poetry in my cheating-on-St. Monica-series ms alone, not to mention the Monica poems. I'm definitely going to write one more poem this week, before the semester is over, to make it a nice 22 pages.
I wish I could get Lowell's foreword for Ariel out of my head: "In these poems, written in the last months of her life and often rushed out at the rate of two or three a day..." On one hand, it's comforting, because the poems in Ariel were written in rapid succession and they aren't total shite. But on the other hand, they're the poems in Ariel.
Don't worry. I'm feeling quite balanced. But it's still a strange phenomenon. I'm just going to ride it out. Maybe some of the energy will spill over into my grading, but I doubt it somehow.
The fun part: sending new poems out into the world! Editors, watch your mailboxes.
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