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last time. I ever change answers. from initial guessing-instinct.

obdurate vs. sanguine
improvident vs. I-forgot-what

WRONG WRONG WRONG ALJSDFLLDFJAJLFLDF;AFDJLASF;

you know the problem with these stupid SAT tests.

They give you too much time. If they cut 5 minutes off the end of every section and put it as essay time, I would've done so much better. I always had like 5-10 minutes of downtime to double check, and sometimes I'd change answers, and they'd be WRONG.

==; I relearn this lesson every time I take these tests, and I never seem to remember. I need to stop double checking English related stuff and go math-check only...

...so yeah. English is pretty lost. Math might be still good if I didn't make any stupid mistakes. :D it was really easy. Essay, now, was complete BS~

oh well, this was meant to be an assessment anyway. Still. not real mistakes, just STUPID mistakes. now that's lame.

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thanks to my lovely sister, I have had a revelation.

from now on, the poems that I write, that I spend effort on, that I actually like...

I'm not going to send them in to get slaughtered.

I'm sorry. I like the sound, I like the rhythm, I like the flow, I like meaning and concrete language too, and they're important, but I would not, not slash the meter and the rhythm and the flow to pieces for the sake of... condensation... which is mildly acceptable, but worse than that, line length.

That is one of my biggest pet peeves.

I don't appreciate destroying things to make my my poem look like a BOX, thank you very much.

Dolce et Decorum Est isn't anything close to a box, is it? It's still a classic, isn't it? Same with The Road Not Taken. aasdflkjdalf;asdf I just don't like boxes. >>

And Sutton is a concrete-language-beat-poet to the core. I am not. I mean, I like Howl, but even that has a flow and a rhythm of its own (it sort of reminds me of rap actually). Actually, I think any of the "modern" poems that I've ever liked have had some sort of rhythmic flow to it. The ones that don't just stick out like a sore thumb. They don't read. Poetry's a type of music, y'know. They're called "BEAT" poets for a reason...

So! If I happen to write a poem to her prompt assignment that I actually worked on, really like and don't want to change, I think I'll keep it and write another one of those traditional BS Sutton poems (azureemeraldopalgold bwahahahaa)that you know will get through her for the assignment. because. MINE. rawr.

and I will keep separate copies of those poems that ended up clearing, but are full of things that are just her and not me and that I really don't agree with her on, and revert it to the way I liked it. :)

I know everyone says she knows best. but. that doesn't mean she gets to impose her will on my ideas so they end up 50% her and 50% me and totally changed from the original intention.

What this class is good for is the practice, the individual bits and pieces and the editing and fixing up of the language, but the products are no good, I mean they are but just. too much her. if it started out you and not BS, you know?

Who was it... Andrew Taw once said that. He said he hated Sutton because her students end up all churning out poetry exactly like her, and it's totally true, and no wonder because you can't CLEAR a poem unless it goes through her filtering process, and in the end we all become little Sutton marionettes, dancing on her strings of concrete language, of poems with profuse description and nothing and nothing at all, of little boxes of perfectly formatted words, of "poetry" and "language" that we all appreciate amongst ourselves because we have been with her so long and have learned to appreciate such poems, but to everyone else all sound the same.

You must admit, she is a bit of a control freak. (aiight, understatement much.) Her way--or no way at all.

when we print chapbooks I'll print out the minimal number, and then collect all the poems I actually like and take out all the ones I don't, and arrange them the way I want to, and revert the poems that I liked and were printed out but had minor changes made that just make me twitch every time I read them, and then I'll compile them all into my own chapbook, designed the way I want it to be, and go get it made at Kinkos, and then that'd be my real chapbook! and then I'm done with poetry class and restrictions and steel-wall-solid unreasonableness, because IIIs will probably squander all the last vestiges of creativity out of my marionette and leave the limbs swinging lifeless and broken and mechanical and what. the. hell. enough. not happening. (either that or my marionette will whip around and bite the hand holding the strings and then there will be ugly warfare and... no.)

sorry. this has just built up since... you know, the last year or so, and exploded around now because my sister is home, and also because we're doing work at about 20x the pace of last year (already written 2x the amount of poems we wrote last last semester... in several weeks)

I'm sick of this.

almost tempted to drop the class.

she keeps me from orchestra so much it's not even funny. and while I love poetry the people, I harbor no real love for poetry the class, it's mostly BS. whereas I love both orchestra and the people (most of them). ♥







though, it does help improve the writing.

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rar.