confessions

I have a confession to make. I am a poetiholic. I can't stop reading poetry. My appetite is voracious. It's an addiction. Here is my poison (in no particular order):

Dennis Lee- Un and Civil Elegies
Margaret Avison- Always Now: The Collected Poems, vol. 3
Christian Bok- Eunoia
Margaret Atwood- Power Politics
William Carlos Williams- Kora in Hell: Improvisations

I think I need to join a support group.

exciting

So.

You know what's exciting?

I have an essay
due tomorrow, that I am not

Stressed

about because I have

written

it over a period of

three
months

Hooray! for

Modern___poetry___creative

sessays.

(I also wrote a new poem.)

make me slubtalk

Hey.

So it's March, and March always leads to a distinct lack of updationating. I got my hair cut today. I finished my Modern Poetry essay. Con-Ed is no more so I am happy.

All of Matt Good's concert dates that are close enough to attend are sold out and that makes me sad.

Today I bought the book "un" by Dennis Lee. I got it at Books 'n' Things used for $8. This is great because I kept looking at it at the Trent bookstore on a weekly basis, reading it through without buying it. When I actually decided to go to it, all the copies were gone. And today I found it. "Un" is a book that joyously experiments with language in spite of its dour subject matter (the destruction of the environment). It stands on the same level of creativity and uniqueness as Christian Bok's "Eunoia." There is no other book like it, and there never could be. I almost feel ashamed that I bought it used instead of supporting the poet by purchasing it new. I will have to rectify this by ordering all his other books from his publisher. (As a side note, Lee writes lots of children's poetry including the famous "Alligator Pie.")

I haven't written a poem in almost a month. Oddly, I'm quite okay with this, as the last poem I wrote, "he(braic)syllabic," still excites me. All my energy has gone to my Modern Poetry essay, which I may post later.

I'm 5 years old!

At approximately 4:30 pm on March 20, 2001 I became a follower of Jesus Christ. It is now five years to the day.

I've grown a lot in five years, but unfortunately the past month has not seen much growth. It is (far) to easy to get caught up in essays, work, and other things that are important but do not matter as much as God.

Thanks to all the people who have impacted me spiritually over the past five years, you know who you are. God Bless, all.

and so it goes...

preliminary list of courses that I want to take next year:

ENGL 4120 – Research seminar in Middle English language and literature
ENGL 4800 – Research seminar in genre (Topic for 2006–2007: George Herbert and his descendants.)
HIST 315 – Triumph and tragedy: United States foreign policy, 1945 – 1990
MLAL – ANTH 201H – Phonetics
MLAL – ANTH 202H – Historical linguistics

Sounds pretty fun, eh? I'm also applying to be a Facilitator for ENG 2000. Cool I need to go eat

and

then

go to work and

then

read,

read,

read.

so_________________keep___it________real________k?

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spring is clean

Yesterday I decided that I would rip my room and my bookshelf apart because I was sick of having crap on the floor in my room, and of having an ugly looking bookshelf.

So now my bookshelf actually looks like one, and has books on it. I can see my floor too. I also found 6 books I thought I had lost and my con-ed syllabus that I've been trying to find for three months.

Today I went to see the play "Into the Woods" directed by my long-time friend Sarah Tye. I went with Natalie, Ivan, and Natalie's friend Debbie (who also brought another guy but I forget his name. The play was pretty funny.

Unlike last year, when I had 4 essays due in 3 days, I instead have one essay due every week until school is done. That's not so bad, I think I might not go insane.

I know this is trivial but I don't know how to say anything else.

no need for safety to feel content

Ah, where to start? It has clearly been a busy while if you couldn't tell by the utter lack of posting.

God has been challenging me lately to realize that I am far too content living in this world and in the comfort it brings. I am far to reliant and faithful to things such as my house, food, education, and technology. These things are blessings from God that I need to be willing to give up.

God may desire that I live as an itinerant preacher witn no home and one meal a day. That is an extreme, but I need to be willing to do that as well as other minor things. I mean, if God were to call me tomorrow to sell all I own and buy a one-way ticket to Africa and become an itinerant preacher, I need to be willing to do that.

I am thankful that it is only through God's mercy and grace that I am saved, for there is truly no way that I could ever seek to glorify God to an extent as to win my own salvation. I am a hopeless man. Entirely hopeless.

God is not safe. God is more terrifying than Satan and all the demons combined... But the terror that God instills in me is edifying, so I reluctantly welcome it.

I am slack

I am slack.

Sorry for the not posting. This is probably the longest I've gone without posting in four months.

It's "that" time of year... essays, assignments, and absolute terror. Had a crazy week. I will talk more about it later at a decent hour.

Wrote a few poems... I think I'm finding my voice... I've been experimenting with form and content. Let me know what you think, k?

Natalie is sick. I took her some freezies and ginger ale today to make her feel better. Maybe she's allergic to me... she's been sick a while. Hopefully she'll build immunity.

CITC tonight was good, but I've been distracted by things with my dad... we've been trying to get in on the table but it inevitably turns to arguments. I can't control his reactions, but please pray that I would be patient and that I can control my temper. (We both tend to go off quite fast).

Thanks. Hopefully I'll update Wednesday with some more details.