The Fight Against Productivity

I am growing more and more terrible at keeping up with this blog. Dastardly!

It's Wednesday, which means slam was last night. At least four different people asked me to send them poems I read at the open mike, so that was really nice. The "feature" yesterday was the first round of the National Poetry Slam qualifying competition. I didn't compete because I want to live in Brattleboro this summer instead of Amherst (NPS is in August, and the team practices all summer), but next year I probably will. Regardless, the show last night was great, and the team is going to kick some ass no matter who gets in.

My 31/31 March poetry project is going alright-- a good deal of utter goop is dribbling out of my brain, but a few things I like, too. I think I'm just running out of immediate inspiration. My recent technique has been to go on StumbleUpon and write a poem about whatever photograph pops up first, but that can only work so many times.

Thus, I would be endlessly grateful for any prompts you, my darling readers, might want to offer me.

On a related note, I have been spending (or wasting, depending on your personal opinion) a lot of time looking at photography on the internet. Because I obviously have nothing better to do, like, for example, schoolwork, writing poems, getting a life, etc, etc. I also just really miss doing photography, and would very much like to do a photo shoot in the near future. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera at home (Mom, it's in my room, in the case. Bring it to me when you visit?).

Anyway, here are some images I've liked in my time consuming interweb perusals:

So yes. Those are nice. Other nice things include:

-HAND ME DOWNS. Because I got a whole bag of em from Cass and Emily. And I'm so damn excited!

-Tony Hoagland, whose book Donkey Gospel I just finished reading for poetry workshop. He is a beautiful poet, immediately rocketed to the top of my favorites list. If you haven't read anything by him, you have to. As proof of this, I showed my mother (who titles herself "poetically impaired") one of his poems, and then throughout the next few hours kept catching her reading the book. Willingly. Because she actually liked it. That's a big deal. So yeah. He's the bomb.

-(500) Days of Summer, which I watched again while I was home. Oh Joseph Gordon Levitt, how I love you and your pretty smile. And I have decided that I would be deliriously happy if I could dress like Zooey Deschanel's character all the time for the rest of my life:

My goodness there are a lot of pictures in this entry. OUTA CONTROL.

...I need to go do some actual, productive work.

Until next time,

GennaRose