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I'm taking a take-home test and OVERTHINKING IT.

dive for dreams

dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)
trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward)
honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at the wedding)
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for good likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neating each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds
-before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.

Whisky breath 
        and painted; 
women 
bring me to my.
                              senses.
Prostitutes 
        and loaded; 
guns
'cause trouble is my.
                              business.

Sara, I bring you, Kate Bush lyrics that would be problematic in todays world:
The Infant Kiss lyrics by KATE BUSH

I say good night-night.
I tuck him in tight.
But things are not right.

What is this? An infant kiss
That sends my body tingling?

I've never fallen for
A little boy before.
No control.

Just a kid and just at school.
Back home they'd call me dirty.
His little hand is on my heart.
He's got me where it hurts me.
Knock, knock. Who's there in this baby?
You know how to work me.

All my barriers are going.
It's starting to show.
Let go. Let go.
Let go. Let go. Let go.

I cannot sit and let
Something happen I'll regret.
Ooh, he scares me!

There's a man behind those eyes.
I catch him when I'm bending.

Ooh, how he frightens me
When they whisper privately.

(Poor, stupid girl!)

Windy-wailey blows me.

Words of caress on their lips
That speak of adult love.
I want to smack but I hold back.
I only want to touch.
But I must stay and find a way
To stop before it gets too much!

All my barriers are going.
It's starting to show.
Let go. Let go.

(Don't let go)

Let go. Let go. Let go.

There's only so much morose self-loathing I wrote back then that I can reread without cringing mightily. The one about how my parents hated me (ha, "the one") was particularly cringeworthy; J031 actually burst into tears when she read it (she claims she was moved but I know it was because it was really fucking awful).

Some 9th grade classics of mine: "bloody cheerios" and "dead girls on roller-skates"

(I just looked the other day because I remembered a list I made of my favorite songs about chemistry when I took orgo. "Losing My Electrons" by R.E.M., for example. I had a list of 10 songs that I'd changed the titles to like that. "Head Like a Halide" - NIN. Etc. GOOFINESS!)

I liked your poems, Dan!

I love that one already.

I won't describe it to you, because...It's not really possible, and the title alone should be enough to make you wonder about the humanoid named Tim(?).
Granted, it was on MY harddrive, but we all know I'm insane.

Dan - so don't let them read it. A. and I both still talk about how we are not either of our parents' favorites; the weird part is that we are both the favorite in-laws (not much doubt in my mind there). And any person who had a sibling die would think that EXACT SAME THING. No reason to fight about it unless you yourself have no memory at all of being 18. (Admittedly, plenty of adults seem to not remember that, but you know what I'm saying.)

Fortunately or unfortunately, most of my freshman year poems are no longer extant.

(xpost to myself) I kind of want to modify that to "any person who had a sibling die when they were kids," but I'm still self-absorbed enough to think that if H. really turns out to be ill that I would still have those thoughts.

Possibly this has to do, though, with what happened when I broke my arm while pregnant. I started writing out what happened, but I don't want to get into it online. Suffice it to say that, while I'm sure my parents were very busy and all, it was pretty hurtful.

Ned - no teenage poetry-writing habit? That's just wrong!

I still remember lines. *shudder*

The rest of my 'poems' are either intentional tongue in cheek lyrics or stream of consiousness burroughs tribute things.

Hey, I can't help it if you were all the spooky teenage poets. I was busy writing reviews for Tolkien fanzines (quel surprise).

Most of the time I spent reading rather than writing, aside from class assignments and all that. I didn't start writing-as-such until senior year of UCLA when I was an irregular columnist for the Daily Bruin.

Oh well, that explains everything.

Sara, I love these. Please post more of your song titles.

John has also written some great poems. Dude, I hope you haven't lost them.

This is why I don't like poetry. I have no idea what it means unless it's explained or it's explicit.

Also if you think about it modern literary theory is about 50 years old. Literature and poetry are thousands of years old.
I'm old-fashioned. Maybe that means I'm 'excentric' instead of 'insane.'
I have numerous problems with 'the new criticism' or whatever, but that's gonna be a blog. I'll post it next year. I'll start writing it next week.

I have a few of John's poems and a few of Dan's poems, each in ther own individual folders. I CLEARLY remember being on the staff of Revery and having John turn in 2 or 3 entire notebooks every year, though.

GZeus, I can only hope you wouldn't understand some of the poems I wrote. Seriously.

Top 10 Fave Chem Songs

10. Depeche Mode - Products Are Products
9. Erasure - Chains of Carbon
8. The Cure - Stereochemistry Street
7. Mudhoney - Let it React
6. Robyn Hitchcock - So You Think You Made Gold
5. Nirvana - Smells Like Acetesalicylic Acid*
4. Depeche Mode - A Question of Lead
3. Concrete Blonde - Everybody Reacts
2. Nine Inch Nails - Head Like a Halide
1. R.E.M. - Losing My Electrons

*acetysalicylic acid is aspirin; here I was also making a joke to myself about the first hour (9th grade) "practical chemistry" lab that Mr. Gr0ssm4n hadn't tested where we were supposed to synthesize this chemical. It smelled SO strong and SO bad that people had to leave the room. The class periods after us didn't have to do the experiment.

This seems like a variation of my wheedliewheedliewheedliewheedlieweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeechunk-a-chunk

I don't know what I had against tert-butyl alcohol, for example, but on the favorites list I have caffeine (C8H10N402) and NaCH (Sodium cyanide).