WHY am I a retard at working? Anyway, here is 'George Lucas in Love', an enjoyable little pastiche I found by chance. If nothing else, it filled up another 8 minutes I could have used productively.

In other words, good news! I entered a poetry competition on a student forum I use - and I won :). I wrote it in like 10 minutes as well, so I think this is a sign that I am outrageously gifted. Definitely couldn't be the number of joke entries. No way. Nope. Ok, maybe a bit. Anyway, in celebration of my my sweeping triumph, I am posting it here. The theme for the competition was 'Burning'. I took it literally, but still, I thouyght what I write was ok, minus scansion:

Waste paper thrown into the grate

and left to shake in thinning heat -
it's dull opacity wavers,
turning paler, turning waxy.

The lambent flames now framed in the
taut skin, stretched till at its centre,
a glaucoma porthole now clears -
muddled shadows stoop to embrace,

released from matte recently chaste.

The paper breathes in cloying heat,
and flashes quick, a subtle bright,
(a fire flash from far away
deprived of sound by drawn out miles).

And then the point of no return:
devouring azure flames erupt -
lignin rectangle, tangled wreck,
coarse scouring tongues reduce it to a blank.

GO ME! *****

Labels: film, poetry, revision

"The circle of human knowledge, illuminated by the pale, cold light of reason, is so infinitesimally small, the dark regions of human ignorance which lie beyond that luminous ring so immeasurably vast, that imagination is feign to step up to the borderline and send the warm, richly colored beams of her fairy lantern streaming out into the darkness ; and so, peering into the gloom, she is apt to mistake the shadowy reflections of her own figure for real beings moving in the abyss.

Sir James George FrazerThe Golden Bough

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The title of this blog comes from a poem by Coleridge, A Wish: Wriiten in Jesus Wood, Feb. 10th, 1792, Plus most blogs are moans anyway. Including this one. lol manuscripts

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I'm a 23 year-old student in London Cambridge London, studying English Literature Law. It's hard to really think of anything truly personal I can put here that might give you some idea of who I am, so I will just tell you that my favourite Shakespeare play is Richard II, my favourite chocolate bar is Snickers, and I have a bit of a thing for instant coffee, especially if someone else makes it for me.

I'm interested in Renaissance Literature, Higher Education policy, and libraries.
I'm completely in love with a Scottish girl.