| | Someone said I ought to try this, so here we go.
Lawyering is changing the world with words, eh? Well there's a broad definition if I've ever seen one. Changing the way the law regards an individual or class of persons, thereby changing the way the law dictates others' interactions with them, is one way to change the world with words. Lawyering? Sure. But what about changing the way an individual perceives another person or class of persons, with that change in perception affecting the way they interact - that's changing the world (at least a tiny portion of it) with words as well. Lawyering? Who knows.
Does it matter? Not really. | |
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< | This here is a topic thread for student to post their creative works. It will all be open to honest, critical review for the sake of fostering growth and expanding one's mastery of language, as well as open, fawning admiration for the sake of bolstering egos. Because, hey, you probably didn't get the Torts prize... | >
> | This here is a topic thread for students to post their creative works. It will all be open to honest, critical review for the sake of fostering growth and expanding one's mastery of language, as well as open, fawning admiration for the sake of bolstering egos. Because, hey, you probably didn't get the Torts prize either... | | | I'll go first. Please, feel free (encouraged even) to follow with your own work or comments/critiques of others'. | | | what that meant | |
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< | Ok, so, back! As it turns out if you forget your password, and leave the piece of paper it's written down on in NYC while you're away (helping out convicted criminals - but that's a different story) it's awfully hard to update your ill-read thread. In any case, I got a little writing done this summer. The weather was warm, so maybe that influenced my decision to play in around in shorts. Got two about plums, not sure which I like best so they're both included. Also included in this update is a poem I started fiddling with...almost a year ago? Be easy to tell which one that is. In any case, y'all enjoy! (Anyone still reading this, that is) | >
> | Ok, so, back! As it turns out if you forget your password and leave the piece of paper it's written down on in NYC while you're away (helping out convicted criminals - but that's a different story) it's awfully hard to update your ill-read thread. In any case, I got a little writing done this summer. The weather was warm, so maybe that influenced my decision to play in around in shorts. Got two about plums, not sure which I like best so they're both included. The entire set is pretty repetitive, but it was done as an exercise so that's kinda the point. Also included in this update is a poem I started fiddling with...almost a year ago? Easy to tell which one that is. In any case, y'all enjoy! (Anyone still reading this, that is) | | |
Breezy
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> | Lemonade
That last sip
lingers
(saccharine, tart)
like the print
of your lips.
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At four a.m. I followed | | | its echo in my mind.
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> | That's right, two updates in two days. Figured I'd share with you folks some edits I've made to poems written last semester (why should the new ideas have all the fun?). I hope I can keep this up and serve as an example that you too, dear reader, can be a [mediocre] law student at an [elite] institution without giving up the pieces of yourself you promised not to leave behind. Onward with the edits!
A Plastic Bag Was
A plastic bag was
buffeted, blown, and
inextricably enveloped
in the clear;
that white shining soared,
awash in the air, empty
of anything's absence.
It rose, riffling in the cold
current, carried high
its shadow, drifting
small on a red-brick wall.
Supplication
The leaves have come
and gone again
and still
the bags remain
as I first found them
entangled in angled limbs,
hanging limp,
like cloth for mending,
like a prayer,
but pellucid, listless
until the breeze blows.
And then,
how they strain
at their bonds,
such strange ships
tugging at their moorings,
longing to become
steeped in sky, inundated,
to flex, bend, and swell
with the wind's rising.
I have seen them
engulfed,
in eddies,
enticing;
I have seen them
worn ragged
on the bark
of backlit branches;
I have seen them
edifying in their end.
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