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I thought that you brought up some pertinent points about the film Mike. I think its more a fault in the task itself than your response to it.

And I also had time to read the story, and I think that it has much potential. And as opposed to your learned classmates, the ambiguity intrigues me rather than cloying and annoying.

I'll try and read the others soon.

quiet

This blog is a quiet blog, and while I understand that silence is the perfect state of being I also think that in this postlapsarian world we probably need to say some shit.

So in the interests of saying shit I present some collections of words I have put together for uni. None of them are very good, and most are not even interesting, but for want of better I present them here:

An essay that takes a bitterly reductive approach and fails to do justice to a good film;

Some dreadful poems written for a dreadful class;

Some more poems (some of which are less terrible) written for a better class;

Some bile I was required to hawk up on the subject of "metafiction;"

And the current state of play in my battle with a story I am doing shoddy work of writing.

Scathing criticism will be appreciated most.

P.S. It still shocks me how angry I become when confronted with people without taste (not with bad taste - them I can talk to, at least.) So much hate.

Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman is 90 stories tall, and his adventures are legendary.