Description: I turned my back on writing this summer. I stopped trying to fit everything into lines and rhythm and just tried to live it. And I enjoyed every bit of it. So this isn't anything special. It's just everything that came to mind on the drive home from my last day at the lab this summer.
When I think of this summer, I'll think of...
Kelly Clarkson. rats. The Wallflowers. coffee. Fruit Loops. electrodes. lunch with Taylor. Indian food. Michigan. hot days. leather seats. North Carolina. Kevin, Nikki, and Tricho. firsts. long bus rides. dollar crabs. independence from each other. moose (and meese!). Scrabble. falling down hills. city lights. pointless lab stories. Subway and Odwalla bars. Coulbourn boxes. sucrose pellets. IMHO. cryptic emails. in-depth emails. strawberry lemonade. Tetka the Amazing Falling Woman. half-ass lab meetings. Dunkin Donuts. grants. neighbors with mullets. Post-It notes. brown corduroy. nation states. Conan O'Brien. Ghostbuster and Peanut. Moulin Rouge. tragic swans. virgin daquiris. Harold and Kumaar. blue eyes. Scene It! airplanes. staying out past curfew.
Well, my writings aren't based on rhyme or rhythm either, and I write prose poems too, and they're not divided into lines. I mean no offense, but I think it's better when things are a little less random. You know, when there are sentences. This probably makes perfect sense to you, but I think most people want to read something that can make sense to him/ her. I used to write some insanely odd stuff (not that my work isn't odd now), but I realized that I wasn't really reaching my audience. Why not try writing free verse poems or prose?
Ah, this is quite what I imagine, but some things might be different. Summer feels like some time capsule thats been lived once then is lost in our memory or sometimes is tainted with years of study or morbid fancy. Nice write there, I want to have memories of a hot summer hile reading this sunny piece. Nice piece, once again, I need the lift. Love as always, Alexis
Whilst it IS basically just a random bunch of memories from Summer, I found it strangely appealing, in that I had to stop at each item, and imagine what you may have done to make it a memorable thing. So, it's a lot more powerful piece than first meets the eye, maybe far better than a perfectly rhymed and descripted travelogue documentary of your Summer.
Well writings dont have to be based around rhymes.. But this was a little.. I dont know what to say.. Like, you summed up your summer, and thats the great part, but it doesnt seem like you put enough energy into it... But thats just my opinion that I think you could work on it to make it better.. But whether or not you do that is completly up to you..
Dont take it as a complaint but constructive critiscim.. But it was a great piece.. Sounds like a fun time too..
Oh it's special alright. I like it because it reminds me of my MSN profile, along with some of my friends. We always write things that we will always remember.. Stupid and hilarious memories that no one else will understand while reading, but are so funny. Etc: Scrabble, battle scars, hanging from the net, sad goodbyes, "i'm soo freaking out right now guys!", vodka bong, beearrrr hunt! crazy teeth, e coli, bladder infections haha... and so on and so forth.. I love doing that. If memories were the only thing I had I would certainly die happy.