Archive for the ‘English Major Malfunction’ Category

Everybody Cries About Writing

    I have a love/hate relationship with writing. I love to write for myself. I make lists, keep notes of my day, and write little journal entries all the time. But, I really struggle with academic writing (you might say, I hate it).   I just recently finished my Masters program in May, and […]

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Bestward Ho[, Ho, Ho!]

“It stands. What? Yes. Say it stands. Had to up in the end and stand. Say bones. No bones but say bones. Say ground. No ground but say ground. So as to say pain. No mind and pain? Say yes that the bones may pain till no choice but stand. Somehow up and stand. Or […]

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Academic Trick or Treat

IT was assigned on Monday. I began thinking it through And I needed some time for my thoughts all to stew.   I started on Thursday and you might think it’s sad But I couldn’t finish writing ‘till I watched Breaking Bad.   I wrote it on Red Bull. I felt good at the time. […]

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Reading as a Writer; or, How I learned to Sell Satan a Timeshare

During my undergraduate career, I took a class called “Reading Poetry as Writers.” It’s funny to think of my time as an undergraduate as a career –– it was more of a time of careening and carousal, lessons learned on a poorly constructed Cartesian carousel –– nonetheless, (“nonetheless” is my favorite word) that’s what we […]

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Finding what you love through what you don’t

After a year of graduate school, I had thought I had a good idea for the direction of my final project, my thesis. I had been turning over this idea in my mind for over six months, thinking about the sources I could use, the topics I could cover, how exciting it would be to […]

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He Loves Me; He Loves Me Not

“I think the next little bit of excitement is flying. I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously,nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though […]

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Writing about Talking about Writing

When I talk about writing, I begin by talking about creation and craft and I end with a crash into the cradle of civilization. I talk about making nothing out of something and I talk about making something out of nothing. I am attempting the latter here; this isn’t merely an assault on silence and […]

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High Seas Writing Center

It was a glorious postcolonial weekend. Not only did I liberate myself from my studies long enough to see The King’s Speech, but I stumbled across an old but unsold Dover Thrift Edition of the narratives of James Cook’s voyages at a failing Borders bookstore in Paramus, NJ. The circa 1970s introduction to the paperback […]

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“Looking for the Patterns in Static/ They Start to Make Sense/ the Longer I’m at it” 1

The “aggregate of scholastic demons” in my head have been working overtime. I am taking a break from working on my M.A. thesis to try to silence some of those shrieks. Liz enters the room: Tell me, have you written anything yet? Tell me this, do you open a book at all? Description of Liz: […]

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Fear and Loathing in the Writing Process: My Biggest Problem and My Greatest Difficulty

My biggest problem while writing is not necessarily my greatest difficulty with writing, but my biggest problem is a symptom of my greatest difficulty. By far, the biggest problem I have while writing is Molly, my ninety-five pound American Bulldog Terrier, who tries to sit on my lap while I type. Right now her body […]

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