My Year of Writing Dangerously

On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.



Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Day 24 - Parlez-vous francais?

Quand je recommence d'apprendre le francais a l'ecole aujourd'hui, je rappelle que j'adore cette langue et je decide d'ecrire un poeme en francais. Ici ce n'est pas un poeme tres bon, mais je suis un eleve de francais, si je pense que c'est bon.

(When I started French again at school today, I remebered how much I love the language and I decided to write a poem in french. It's not a great poem, but since I'm a student of french, I think it's pretty good.)

Un Miserable
Je connais cette ville.
Ma chere copine,
ma seule copine.

Je connais les rues.
Je les adore,
je les exige.

La ville, les rues:
mon foyer,
mon coeur,
ma vie.
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