Happy Birthday, Blog. You are Born.

i love ee cummings and so i will bless my first blog post with one of my favorite poems and will write in all lower case letters:

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings

and here's a quote a friend delivered to me this afternoon. it's a gem.

"to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting." -- e.e cummings


Grad school's a bitch. I need to think of a neat project for all of my rejection letters. Ideas? That's what I get for applying to only the top ten schools. A healthy dose of reality and humility I'll take down like a vitamin. It's good for me, I just don't know how. There's no immediate benefits.

Four more schools to hear from. I'm thinking they'll agree with the others.

Can't compete with the other writers who've actually already published, most of which are older than me and more experienced. I need to live more. an adventure to inform my work. an adventure to make me thicker, denser, richer.

Another decision I've made.
A writer. An actor. An artist. A label. It doesn't mean anything really. It's an assignment of importance. I'm just going to be for a while and see what comes of it.