According to some preliminary research, the going rate for being published in a poetry magazine is $6.00 a line... assuming they like it. Poetry does not a living make. However, I find this prose-poem about candy hearts highly entertaining.

My other money-making scheme is to become competent with a graphics program and make t-shirts for Threadless.com. I have a couple of good ideas that are waiting on the competence problem. Meanwhile, "You can't spell Progress without Ogres" is doing surprisingly well as a slogan possibility.

Big poetry site update. Feedback welcome. More on the way soon, I expect.

Also, I may or may not have blacked out for a period on Saturday, which is just a bit disturbing. I blame this on wearing the gold shirt. Seriously, no good has ever come of that thing, vastly entertaining though it may be. Also there may have been alcohol involved, and a profoundly weird emotional state. However, on the whole a fun evening, especially the part that I remember.

I have been putting pentasyllabic slant rhymes into a series of septets. Clearly, I have made it as a poet. I am putting this here so I'm not compelled to bring it up in conversation. Does it count as bragging if one's achievement is clearly esoteric and ridiculous?

I wish I could sleep and also that there was not so much meddlesome Bio homework.

This afternoon the world impressed me with it's playlist:
"No Children" - The Mountain Goats; coming from a laptop in the Reynold's Club
"Get Me Away from Here I'm Dying" - Belle & Sebastian; playing in the 2nd-Floor Coffee Shop
"The Waiting" - Tom Petty; in the food court of Hutch.
All in the span of 15 minutes or so. I was in the right places at the right times in a very small way today.

And speaking of fate, a restless/happy/unconcerned Valentine's to all, as you wish to take it. My poetry class is going to be a lecture on "Poems of Forsaken Love." I've just realized the irony of this, and I don't think any more need be said.

"Tinuviel! Tinuviel!" For those who appreciate fragments of romanticism expressed in Tolkien references.

A Poem:

Microsoft does not recognize the term "dystopia."
It suggests that I might want to replace it with "dustpan."
How about "distopia" with an "i"?
"Isotopic"? No, thank you.