Thesis Defense
So I defend my thesis in a week and half. And I'm scared and excited and nervous and so ready.
One hour to explain why I spent the last two years of my life writing poetry. One hour to defend how the pages add up to something coherent and significant.
Ah. And the poems are good. Or at least strong, I know this. It's the coherency? This I don't know about. The one comment I've gotten back from my committee so far is that the order isn't doing it justice. Too much vacillation between quiet contemplation and startling, jarring anger.
So tonight I'm reading. Sitting in my loft reading my BOOK and trying to pretend I didn't write it. Trying to figure out the order these fifty poems want to be in. Trying to figure out the reason they all exist how they do and where they do.
It's an odd thing to actually be in a moment you've dreamed of for so long. Wish me luck.
One hour to explain why I spent the last two years of my life writing poetry. One hour to defend how the pages add up to something coherent and significant.
Ah. And the poems are good. Or at least strong, I know this. It's the coherency? This I don't know about. The one comment I've gotten back from my committee so far is that the order isn't doing it justice. Too much vacillation between quiet contemplation and startling, jarring anger.
So tonight I'm reading. Sitting in my loft reading my BOOK and trying to pretend I didn't write it. Trying to figure out the order these fifty poems want to be in. Trying to figure out the reason they all exist how they do and where they do.
It's an odd thing to actually be in a moment you've dreamed of for so long. Wish me luck.