defense of poesie

But if (fie of such a but) you be borne so neare the dull-making Cataract of Nilus, that you cannot heare the Planet-like Musicke of Poetrie; if you have so earth-creeping a mind that it cannot lift it self up to looke to the skie of Poetrie.... thus much Curse i must send you in the behalfe of all Poets, that while you live, you live in love, and never get favour, for lacking skill of a Sonnet, and when you die, your memorie die from the earth for want of an Epitaphe. 

got the thumbs up

if i can pull it off, i'm graduating a year early. 

i've never felt this anxious

i cant bring myself to say anything in any of my classes. as if all the creativity and confidence i might have had, at one point, has somehow been sucked out of me. typing all this out is quite difficult. the truth is hard to admit.

Have you ever asked a dandelion the time?

Have you ever asked a dandy lion it's time

to try and die and multiply and synthesize

and sympathize with a dandelion and her bee. 

finished a separate piece

i could not escape a feeling that this was my own funeral, and you do not cry in that case.