Hello SNHU. You look lovely this time of year....
Hey folks,
After a long hiatus, I'm back to give you lots of love and life updates.
Before I do that, let's do a quick life rewind.
Last time on Mckendy's life:
Mckendy decided to change his major from Information Technology to English and Literature.
DUM DUM DUUUUMM!!!
Oh wait, you already knew that.
Well since I've changed my major, I've found school more enjoyable. I've learned really interesting and important things that I've applied to my writing and other avenues of my life. Kudos to SNHU for not giving me crappy teachers. Kudos to my teachers for not being crappy.
Non-Crappy teacher often means work and work I have. Between six classes and some of the most challenging teachers I've ever had, I'm finding myself pretty busy this semester. I don't like my time being sucked up, but I like learning new things....like Gilgamesh (thanks Lord Fred and J. Cooper).
In prettier news...
There's still the poetry thing going on too. I spent this past summer traveling to and from Worcester, Massachusetts as member of the 2009 Worcester Poetry Slam Team (Sorry, Manchester didn't happen). They were awesome and really helped me improve my performance and writing a lot.
This is a piece I wrote following the bulk of my adventures with Worcester.
“Tonight”
(Revision 10-18-09)
In winter darkness,
we exchange looks, making
constellations from twinkles in our eyes.
When everything is Pangaea,
I hold you, Africa cradling South America,
your voice, my omphalos.
Our conversations
fog car windows,
hiding from alone.
Tonight, the sky is
a drunk, spitting up stars.
God is a writer, revising this story.
This moment is no typo.
We were written for it,
to talk until our mouths dry,
to navigate each other like sailors.
When my hands grab your hips
I am Magellan,
I am a soldier,
losing my tongue in the trenches of conversation.
My words become checks,
cashed in for more time with you,
I do not want change.
My heart colonizes the serendipity
of our meeting.
We forget revolution.
In the black of atmosphere,
firefly suicides
keep us holding hands,
keep us close like super glue.
They teach our voices not to be razor blades,
cutting us open, wasting expression.
This evening is a portrait, hanging
in my heart’s chambers.
Should it cramp, I will not menstruate
metaphors into empty notebooks,
or apologize to your ghost on stage.
We are a folded photo, not meant
to seduce the eyes of strangers.
When midnight comes,
we will shift like continents,
refusing to crash into each other.
I will fly from you, a gypsy rose,
in memory’s garden,
You’ll ignore me like Churchill,
explode like Coventry.
Your voice, a storm
of bombs, will leave me ruined,
my car, the wreckage,
a monument to our unraveling.
One day, when your reasons to hate
me dissipate, I will construct a Rosetta stone
from memory, use it to decipher our ashes.
The translation will tell of a night,
where the Luftwaffe did not grace our hearts.
Before lamentation,
Before sun stained ethers,
in a palatable moment,
you fold into me like a picture in a wallet.
We laugh between kisses, knowing
there will be stories of you in the
memoirs of my finger tips.
And when we part, they will hope
to write you again.
Oh, and here's some of the music I've been listening to as of late.
Nujabes
"Counting Stars"
Billie Holiday
"Strange Fruit"
Personally, I think its good to expand your musical tastes. You don't have to love every genre you hear. You just have to be aware of them.
But yeah...SNHU's great. I'm great, yada, yada ,yada...I'm tired now, so I'm going to bed.
Until then readers.
Mckendy