Although I did not get to join in on the workshop today I did enjoy seeing what others brought to the table.  I was kind of pissed off actually because I wanted to get critiqued.  Sharing my poetry with others isn't something that bothers me.  I have shared my poems with many different people.  I have to say that "ThunderBeast" was a pretty good poem overall.  The one that Emily wrote.  It was original and that's what I liked about it most.  She said she was watching a documentary about Buffalo and that was the inspiration.  I think that if we learned about what inspires famous poets' poems we would laugh.  It's interesting to say the least.  I think that since people didn't see my poem today that I should present one now.  I actually believe that I am possessed because even if I don't write well.  There's a passion or some type of demon that's driving me to write.  Even if I don't have an impact on anyone with my writing, I have to write like a heroin addict needs their fix.  It's just the way it is.  However, I really like thinking about this "So What" that has been stressed to us again and again after focusing on revisions.  At first thought "So What" made me think of the Miles Davis song "So What" with Coltrane.  However, after thinking about the song and the statement I began to realize that no matter WHAT you're creating it needs to be something that stands out.  I play drums and every beat has been played, but I have to create something new in order for the bassist in my band to be satisfied.  I used to have many abstract poems.  I'm now learning how to write concrete poems that aren't cliche.  The singer in my band is glad that I'm a creative writing major because I can feed him lines and we can balance ideas off of one another.  Whenever I share poems, I usually don't have to read them out aloud.  When I do read them out loud I'm usually with my band- members or friends.  Therefore, I think that's one thing that makes me nervous- reading a poem in front of an entire class.  Now i'll share a poem.  I won't share the one that I will use for workshop, because that'd be lame.

To board a ship-
Sail away tomorrow

To board a plane-
Live the high life

Where are your dreams from--
Is what seems to be real making you numb?

Do you ever fall instead instead in ebb---
Rather than in the present?

Do you ever get pulled out to sea?
Does erosion cause inexpressible emotion?

Let the moments of perfection
Drown in the time of reflection--