Eggs, Poem and Plans

on Monday, September 14, 2009

Welcome to the Agglomeration

Today was fun. Lots of fun. Had Teppanyaki at Newtown with the Chamber Strings Ensemble. Lots of fun - especially the throwing bits where we had to catch egg, rice and bowls. As I said, lots of fun = me in good mood despite being extremely tired.

Anyway, today in English - surprise surprise - my teacher once again defaulted from the role of educator and left us to our own devices in the room. Comrade Oliviero and myself attempted two correspondence poems, but we figured that our styles were too different, so we decided to write two separate poems under a randomly created title generated by three classmates. The other parameters was that the poem was to consist of 16 lines. Here was my effort - rewritten as it was composed today in Period 6.

Scholastic Blueberry Perfume

Spaghetti for dinner fills me with tantalising

liquid

scent emissions, for fruity knowledge empowers the

hidden

granite carcasses my pet postmodernism caresses

close

to rambling groves, and the night the thunder

came

we hid beneath rubber emporium - bleak

tempo -

chesty rumbles following the path shrouded in

endless

psychosis - who would have killed it? - but we gave the

final

answer...

Pie's ready - smells good

Furthermore, following careful consideration, I am abandoning my Origin project. I just don't have the interest to draw out planned storylines for the composition I started briefly. Instead I'll probably turn it into a short story sometime down the track. I have an idea for a short story though, which is what I'll be working for in the next few days. Hopefully I'll have it published as soon as it's completed for you all to read.

Thanks for continuing to support my compositions - all comments and feedback are appreciated - except for the pointless ones of 'I don't get it' which don't seek to provide any sort of useful information me whatsoever - so please refrain from those and give constructive criticism.

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremediated contemplations.

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