Better Late Than Never
"Between Eternities" is now online at Speculative.ca, so be sure to head on over and check it out. It's two days later than expected, but I can't really complain. I'm too busy salivating over all the Subway sandwiches that $60 is going to buy.
In the meantime, I've been working on a midterm for my Elizabethan and Metaphysical Poetry class. It's pretty dry and I'm not having much success, but this is something that can't really afford to be late. Fortunately, it doesn't have to be handed in until 5:30 tomorrow, so my plan is to come home after my morning class and polish it off in the two hours I'll have before I need to catch the bus back to school again. I know, I know - I shouldn't cut it so close. For whatever reason, though, I just can't get motivated to work on a paper unless there's a gun pointed at my head. I'm sure it'll be my undoing one day.
In the meantime, I've been working on a midterm for my Elizabethan and Metaphysical Poetry class. It's pretty dry and I'm not having much success, but this is something that can't really afford to be late. Fortunately, it doesn't have to be handed in until 5:30 tomorrow, so my plan is to come home after my morning class and polish it off in the two hours I'll have before I need to catch the bus back to school again. I know, I know - I shouldn't cut it so close. For whatever reason, though, I just can't get motivated to work on a paper unless there's a gun pointed at my head. I'm sure it'll be my undoing one day.
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> I just can't get motivated to work on a paper unless there's a gun pointed at my head. I'm sure it'll be my undoing one day.
You're probably right. One day someone may actually point a gun at your head and you'll have an uncontrolable urge to write instead of ducking :)
I love the metaphysical poets. John Donne has long been a favourite of mine.
"Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die."
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