It's almost 1 in the morning, I am eating chocolate chip and cherry cookies that I baked earlier today and working on the first paper of three that is due this semester.
The key is that it must be anarcho-scholastic, utilizing both an academic and creative structure, blending the two in form and content. I'm working off of a desire to play with marginalia (incorporating the notes I'd scribbled in the margins into the body of the work) and letting the writing itself flow naturally.
Some students may be more inclined to the all-nighters, but I've never been good at them. Actually, my paper isn't due until Wednesday, but I work that day and I'd rather not put four hours on the bus on top of 5+ hours at work. So I'm doing most of the last of it now, but I think I'll leave the very last of it for tomorrow. My eyes are starting to get strained. (That's really my problem, not that I get so sleepy, though I do sometimes, but my eyes start to hurt and I can't read anything anymore).
I just thought I'd drop a line and say hello to all the people out there whose brains aren't turning into mush like my occasionally feels like it's doing (as evidenced by all the awkward phrasing).
Hello.
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Let me guess: an MFA in creative writing?
I had a professer tell me I'd get better grades if I didn't do the entire paper the night before it was due, but I worked midnights full time and was taking five classes. Sleep wasn't in my vocabulary at that point, much less the concept of doing the paper early.
Ha. Well, this university doesn't have an MFA in CW, but I'm in the next best thing: MA in English with a concentration in creative writing. I think the only difference is that this MA requires some lit study courses, whereas an MFA might just recommend it.
Yeah, I always say I'm gonna do the readings early, get ahead, start my papers early in the semester, and then I end up scrambling the day before and the day of. Alas.
Anarcho-scholastic is a cool term. Makes me want to create a writing form that fits it.
I got it via a class called, Reading Poetry as Poets. First we read poetry by Emily Dickinson, then we read "My Emily Dickinson" by Susan Howe, then "Through Words of Others" by Stephen Collis. I believe he coined the phrase. His book examined Howe and her writing, so it was writers writing about writers who wrote about writers. Not always easy to grasp, but very intriguing. I posted my project for this class on Blogger: Encountering Keats.
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