My First Whitman Inspired Work

The canvas flaps heavily in the rippling breeze,
A shading guard over those pulled from the front,
So that the sun may not beat down oppressively
The time and wretched date of their torment.

I enter the tent with film plates grasped in shaking hands,
Here to grant them whatever grace may be had.

In the corner lies a stack of limbs savaged by the saw,
Blackened fingers attesting to the arms they held
When the trump sounded forth for the Republic
And the shrill Rebel cry answered.

I kneel at the cot of young man my age,
His glazed old eyes frantic for home.

Another cot holds a sucking wound draining the
Life blood of the man who plays host to it.
Scarlet, it trickles down into the dust hard won at the price
Of these souvenirs of Democracy.

A Remedy for Hannah-Induced Guilt

The fact of the matter is, I do not much enjoy blogging. I've already started twice, only to highlight the words and hit the top right key on my lappy, the one up in the northern Siberian regions by the shiny power button and its blue aura. This frustrates me--I wish I were a happy blogger, spreading my brilliant insights and poignant little anecdotes about the interwebs. I fear I am not meant to ever be the prolific producer of profound posts that I aspire to be. Ah well.
Another reason I suspect I've been lax of late is because, ever since the muse took me and demanded I change up the look of my blog, I've been unable to find one that satisfies. C'est la vie, I suppose. Perhaps next month I'll be better....

New Aesthetics

I have a very simple rule when it comes to changing things such as my background or blog template on my computer; when I notice it, or think, maybe I should get a new one, I do. Easy as that.

Sitting here, two days away from going back to school, it's hard to decide whether I'm looking forward to Wednesday or not. I haven't spent enough time with my nose in A Doll's House. I'd like to do more reading before I go back, because we all know just how much leisure reading happens at school. On the other hand, I can't wait to be back in rehearsals, or for the Genesians mini-tour in Chicago. Or Shakespeare class.
So, come quickly, Wednesday, or don't.