I want to go and explore something!
But instead, I am in my house, in the living room, alone, on the stone floor, writing a precis of Hamlet.
I cannot begin to explain how ridiculous this assignment is. A 400-level English class should not require a precis. It should require serious interaction with secondary sources (but none of that, either). It's terrible.
I would rather go and explore something.
How unadventurous my life is.
Tomorrow I think I will try to write a poem on a typewriter.
3 comments:
ooh yes! typewriters make everything literally sound more literary.
My poetry instructor only wrote, and still does, on a typewriter. The old type that creates rhythm as you force the key to strike the letter. Hummm. Sounds Like a gift idea to me. I wonder if it comes with a pint?
a gift idea, eh dad? sounds good!
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