Typecast

Tonight, while talking to Chef, I mentioned that I'd finished up the first draft of a new poem. She said, "Who and/or what was sent and/or retrieved from outer space?"

Anger Management

Yesterday, my workshop prof told me that I should pull my punches after I said another poet's poem was, "Cryptic--in a bad way." This is the same guy who told another student that there was only one good villanelle in English and the rest were bad--just like hers.

I also got into a heated discussion over whether a poem was prose or poetry with another workshop dude. Apparently, we said each other's name quite a bit which is workshop code for "fuck you."

I've got to go back to decaf.