Being a Student

Today we have a creative writing class. Yesterday,

we had preparation for this week’s classes. And tomorrow afternoon,

we have textual theories class. But today,

we have a creative writing class. This class

is not prepared because of the newest episode of my favorite series,

and today we have a creative writing class.

This is how to define parody. And this

How to define a pastiche, which you will use to

Be neutral and to flatter. And this is a poem,

Which is somewhat very difficult to understand. We might

As well give up learning how to understand a poem,

                             Which is somewhat very difficult to understand.

This is a speaker, which can have different

Voices that can be lyrical and literal. And please, do not let me

See anyone saying happy voice. You can figure it out quite easier

If you look at the tone and analyze it. The snacks

In the cupboard look appealing, never allowing anyone to see

Any of them saying happy voice.

And this you can see is the metaphor. The purpose of this

Is to talk about something difficult, you see. We can use it

In many different contexts: we call this

Figure of speech. I also do many different

Contexts each day, studying and procrastinating, mostly the second.

                             They call this figure of speech.

They call it figure of speech: it is not easy,

If you do not understand lyrical and literal voices: like the metaphor

And its meaning, and the speaker, and the parody and pastiche,

Which is somewhat difficult to understand; and the will to study

Is difficult to achieve because of the temptation students meet in everyday life,

                             For today we have a creative writing class.

Going to Aalborg

It was around lunch and we were starving. The kiosk at the bus station in Viborg had cheap Oreos and Kim’s chips, so we bought those to snack on. Many people were waiting for the bus to Aalborg, and some of them were annoyed that the bus was late. We overheard someone say “I hate these busses” to a friend. “Yeah, they make me mad too” we heard the friend reply. Finally, the bus was arriving and while we stood in line to enter the bus, a man dressed up as the famous pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow, hurriedly ran towards the line. He smelled a lot of garlic. While we were driving around Viborg, we drove through a suburban area with many “Private Property” signs, as a mother said to her child “hey, look at the doggy”. It was kind of funny because the dog was not in a leash and behind it there was sign with a pictogram of dog and the text “Only in Leash” beneath it. A teenager on the bus was playing a shooting game on his PSP. On the screen, it looked like he was using a MAC-10 to shoot some weird pelican monsters. A couple of seats over, a hipster girl was reading The Dying Earth by Jack Vance, and across from her a carpenter with a bag full of nails, screws and a hammer was eating from a small container. It looked like raw red onions and sweet potato. On our journey towards the Kennedy arcade, we saw herd of swans flying towards a lake the size of Jupiter. In Aalborg, as our driver kept right, we saw a group of kids spray-painting a picture of Mona Lisa on a building. When we got out off the bus, the carpenter turned to us and asked “is there a hobby store around? You know for cardboard and um...”, but we did not catch what he was saying, because we were in such awe of Aalborg. It was so beautiful. 

“My Last Duchess“ from the new bride’s point of view

I am to be given away,

However this duke will me not sway,

For I knew the painter who painted the last lady.

He said that her death was rather shady

And now I cannot help but think

He murdered her without a blink

In his horrible eyes.

Now I sit before him

And I cannot help it, but he is rather grimm.

I do not want to marry him, but father insists

For he wants that extra gold on his wrists.

I want to refuse this man

And hit him with a frying pan,

For he deserves it.