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2002-01-16 - 11:53 p.m. *** The Third Year Too much to repeat from the last entry but I'll try. I found that I absolutely hate office work, but we all knew that before. And I also found that Invader Zim is one of the funniest shows on TV. I was reading a book of translated poetry that I'll be helping to edit as a class next semester. There's a poem from a German poet named Ranier Malkowski that I found to be possibly the sole explination of how I feel lately (not just now, this past year or so): The Third Year The words become fewer. There are strange ones among them. One is only a rumble. One is a shrill song "Lord," he scratches with a stone He sleeps a lot now. Sometimes he chastises himself When he has time and doesn't Most people won't get what that means to me. As a matter of fact, a lot of people won't get that. But it does have major significance to me personally and I feel that having read something that speaks so close to me, I have to try harder to write better poetry. And just writing in general. I go back to Plattsburgh on Saturday. Long time away from school. I go back to Lowell as soon as possible. Long time away from home. BMC
What did you just say? - What's he gonna say next?
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