I want students to wish I never lived.

First, my apologies for being all sorts of late this week. Well, I apologize if you cared at all. If you didn't notice, no apology. It's only my second week and I fall behind. What was I thinking starting a blog just before finals? Comment below if you have the answer.


Anywaysss. The winning line this week is "I want mine to be the poetry that needs footnotes, words that need defining. I want to write from the past forward. I want students to wish I never lived." First, This line only works the way that I intended it to based on a specific premise. I must be remembered for my writing. 


That minor detail aside, (no one could forget meeee. Right?) why will future college dudes tell girls they like me when trying to capture their clothes? What is it about MY work that everyone will remember? I'll start answering this question backwardsly. I'll start why I'm not memorable.


I'm not a master of form. If anyone remembers my poetry (they won't), it's unlikely they'll care about how I distributed my syllables, developed my rhyme scheme, or how I actually am a haiku instead of a human... or instead of cumin, I'm not cumin. 


I don't want young sexy minds to learn from me that they are the master of their words. "But can't people learn that from any great writer?" Good question. I don't care. It doesn't matter if my work demonstrates this concept better than everything. Words aren't a square-peg round-hole sort of thing. All kids are gonna' take my round words and put them in whichever hole they want, but if I were to choose which hole to put my stuff into...


My legacy should be as absurd as my work, as my life, as my mind... as my cumin. I want professors to profess that my work demonstrates the eternal concept of wormhats, or that the earth is the sun's sandwich, just waiting to be punched. Or perhaps they should teach their students that my work demonstrates that anything funny or odd is also ironic... 


I'll take anything, if my work is taught in school, I'll be happy, or my ghostofme will be happy, but if I get to choose, I want my work to remembered, in a conventional way, for that which defies convention.


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So, the real reason this blog post was so late is that I got distracted by this. (Winky face)


I don't see an obvious theme for what you should comment on for this blog, it was pretty self-indulgent, and doesn't really involve much of you (me), as my audience. So, comment below with your favorite drinky-poo and/or your favorite clothes. Or anything, that works.