English Class

Currently, as I create this post, I am sitting amongst my peers, well, fellow schoolmates, in my ENGL 1102 class. The topic of discussion presented regards poetry. AN overwhelmingly interesting and sincere subject to thine, however I find myself stricken with silence and fastidiously working on this post. The infallible syllabus conjures up a future assignment involving the oral presentation of home made poetry, translated as I need to compose a new work of writing. But why not dig deep withing the recesses of my laptop and various journals and present to the student body one of those? Well, because I do not desire for these feeble minded persons access to the inner workings and laborious processes occurring withing the safety borders of my skull. More than likely I will assimilate several writings and incorporate them into a new hybrid, which of course much brighter overtones, preferably a writing which will easily present one theme or conclusion, to the foreign mind, with a much deeper, complex and profound meaning, and I assume none with recognize nor give a second thought. This is how I generate my pleasure, comments pertaining to, " I read your writings and they never make sense," or, "somehow you write alot and I come away knowing nothing." This is how I generate pleasure and bliss. An inquiring mind, seeking answers to questions is what my heart longs for. Just ask. Simple.

Yes, we are to write an analysis over a poem, happiness.