Library Graffiti

In the UD library there are rows of walled-in desks for studying. Gracing the walls of many of these is a variety of graffiti, ranging from your typical bathroom stall crudities to "JMJ" to a half-finished sketch of Einstein (at least, I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be Einstein...hard to tell without the hair). I'm sitting in one of these right now, and in front of me is a small graffiti war of a sort that you wouldn't be likely to see outside of a place like UD. I found it pretty amusing and thought I'd share it here for kicks, particularly since it quotes one of my favorite poems.

Red marker: I feel Infinite
Scratched into the wood below that: Infinite beings have better things to do than library graffiti
Fine-tip Sharpie below that: Nay, they have nothing but time.
Ballpoint pen at the bottom: There will be time, there will be time
                                                       To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet*




*Ten points if you can name the poem this is from!

Sorry!

I'm always meaning to blog, and I do have things I want to write about, but it never seems to get done. I have drafts of posts that I've started writing and then gotten stuck on, or saved to finish later and then forgotten about. I seem to have a problem with finishing things. Beginnings I can do, endings not so much. Do I spy a possible topic for a future post there? Maybe. Although if performance up until now is anything to go by, that post, of course, will probably never happen.

In any case, I've been super busy and will probably continue to be so in coming weeks but I will definitely try to set aside some time to write here. And even if that doesn't happen, you may get, and don't laugh at me here....you may just get a vlog. In the meantime, since people seemed to like the one a few posts/months back, I thought I'd share another poem. I wrote it a couple years ago and I think it's my favorite out of all my poems, so I hope you enjoy it too.

Cheap Tricks

Ladders, mirrors

A black cat

Watch the rabbit

Come out of the hat

Magic, luck, it's all the same

Gullible minds are its favorite prey

Pick a card, any card

Doesn't matter, isn't hard

To see that it's short-lived amusement

A moment of wonder, thrill, confusion

Until you learn how the trick is done

And your bubble of enchantment

Pops.

Gone.