More Early Voting

Early voting is now completely out of control. The line stretches around the front of the building as you can see below and then curves around into the parking lot on the side of the building which you can see in the following pictures. Craziness. The wait is at least two hours.

From Drop Box

Here is my poem from October's teen writers night:

As I was reading that poem about all the food

I reach for some of my left over chinese food

But as I look at it

I am no longer hungry

So I sit and stare at my withering flowers 

And now I am going to bed 

And wait for the birds to sing in the morning

By--Hannah

Shared Story

Always a highlight, these are.

There was an eyeball on the floor.
It happened to be sitting in the eye socket of a distressed young man named Bob, who was face down on the floor, nose flattened, as the black-suited men kicked his abdomen viciously.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, through adrenaline in his veins, he pushed himself up and escaped only to drop from 20 stories.
The young man stood, wobbily on his feet...for some reason, he couldn't see through one eye..then he felt someone his shoulder...and a tiny voice spoke to him: "Buddy, you really need to clean your floor!"
"Sorry," he said but couldn't see anything out of his right eye. Suddenly his loose eye fell on the floor beside him.
He fell to his knees searching for his eye. "Hey over here buddy," the right eye called to him. Then he stumbled and felt something squish under his feet.

Alright. Prolly none of you have any clue what this poem is going on about, but Ed asked me to post it 'cause we did these in an exercise at the meeting, so enjoy anyway:

snowflakes drifting onto the bark,
huddling under the ridges
and fruit tumbles from his hand
dislodges the cold white dust from the log
as it bounces off and onto the ground
Kvothe
tattered clothing, hunting knife, ivory skin
dull eyes
freezing mist hanging all around him
everything gone, taken
even the inn...
even Bast.

Yes, it is a fanfiction poem, but I swear there aren't any spoilers, only one book of this trilogy out. The book is, by the way, The Name of Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. READ IT, GODDAMN YOU. It's his frikkin' debut novel and is in the fantasy genre and it's effing brilliant. I think that says something about him.

Meeting Tomorrow

Just wanted to remind everyone that we are meeting tomorrow at 6pm at the Carmel Library. I say again, the Carmel library. You can get information on the branch here.

Don't forget to bring something to read and I hope to see ya'll there. We will also have to discuss our November and December meetings. The fourth Thursday of the month isn't going to work out in those two months for some reason. I think there are a couple of holidays? Some kind of feast and a festival of light, I believe.

T.S. Eliot and Portishead

Eliot reading "The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufock" over a Portishead beat. Get down.

Essay from Pratchett on Living with Alzheimer's

You can read it here.

Howdy Howdy

Well, it's been seven days since something awesome has been posted on this blog and, after I post the poem I am about to post, it will still be seven days since someone posted something awesome on this blog. This poem is untitled. Some say that a poem without a title shows a lack of inspiration. I say those people can take a long walk off a short pier.

My old teacher
writes of her brother's passing.
I can feel the ache,
the fear,
when I see my Mother's gray hair,
the Mother that made my friend's swoon
when she was dolled up and fine at 40
arriving at a school function.

Ok last post before I go back to homework I am clearly avoiding...there were some quotes that I liked and wrote down and I wanted to put it on here.

"Always be sincere even if you don't mean it" (3rd fsavorite)

"I married beneath me. All woman do" (My favorite)

"Procastination is the art of keepng up with yesterday" (2nd favorite)

Now that that's out of the way, where are my textbooks.....???

Hello to anyone who actually reads the blog (besides you ed) I was finally able to sort out some of my account stuff (I couldn't log in) and want to post the poem I wrote at the meeting last week.

Our prompt was to write a poem that begins and ends with a quote we founf from Ed's quote books. My quote was by James Branch Cabell.

I am willing to taste any drink once
it is not what is expectedof me
I know litte therefor dare
not take any risk at all
But when I can I will try
Anything at all
I'd have my litlle of
confidence and ego
No matter how much pain
my person goes through
I am willing to taste any drink once