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Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Poetry Class
My poetry class continues to go well. Last night I read another poem of the 12 I had written (one for each month, love poems); it's called simply "April." Again, the teacher said, "It's really strong." Which seems to be his blanket comment for all of my poems, not saying it's a bad comment, but wish that the class didn't sit totally mute for a minute before saying anything about them. Last night they spent a lot of time talking about me, and my reluctance to read out loud before really talking about the poem. Oh well, it's all good experience. I wish I had the time to send more poems outit's something I'll promise myself to do this summer.
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