Another essay to write. ANOTHER ONE, you ask? Another one. Procrastinating with a vengeance and experimenting with both long-forgotten pieces of classical music and new remixes, in an attempt to motivate the mind into creating a half-worthy attempt…
I wish it were green again… Pretty fresh in Warwickshire at the moment; the sunshine is lovely but the skin on my fingers still cracks in the cold. Spring soon, let it be soon!
Why not have a little look at this poem, written (I think!), by one of my good friends (source here). It cheered me up in the dirge of the morning!
i·ro·ny1 /ˈaɪrəni, ˈaɪər-/[ahy-ruh-nee, ahy-er-]–noun, plural -nies.1.the use of words to convey a meaning that is the opposite of its literal meaning.My brain, my literal brainTrainsLinking, connecting, crossingWires of meaning.Ironic.New stanza.Pause.“You look nice today”, she saidWith a faint smile.Ironic.New stanza.Pause.Is is ironic that this poem is not ironic?Or is it?Is it ironic that we askThis?Oh fleur, des fleurs that are mocking meWithPinkPurpleYellow Snow.Don’t eatDon’t touchDon’t do thatWhatever, man.The emo has spoken.Like the DinosaursWe will one dayFadeInto Fossils.You.Who study my bonesWill you understandWhyI am missingMy Funny Bone?And in placeI haveA Rod of Iron-y.Are you laughing?Stop.Don’t laugh.Pause.Just look in the mirrorAnd tell yourself“I look nice today”With a faint smileOn your face.Beginning.
Please note that the formatting of this poem hasn’t transcribed properly – please see the link for the original version!
Just a few little gems of something-ness on a Wednesday afternoon!