reverie Posted March 20, 2007 Report Posted March 20, 2007 (edited) I got into Honor's POETRY WRITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! **does cartwheels, head stands...gets picture taken doing headstands in Quad (really happened)** Looks like I will be applying for that MFA (Master of Fine Arts) after all! **does somersaults** Edited March 21, 2007 by reverie
Peredhil Posted March 21, 2007 Report Posted March 21, 2007 You've such potential and talent, I'm glad it's recognized to the point you can pursue and develop it.
The Portrait of Zool Posted March 21, 2007 Report Posted March 21, 2007 That's awesome Rev! Am looking forward to some class exercises posted for posterity.
Merelas Posted March 21, 2007 Report Posted March 21, 2007 Congratulations... seriously, well done, and I hope your class is even more fun/challenging than you're expecting.
reverie Posted March 21, 2007 Author Report Posted March 21, 2007 Thank guys. Oh Zool. Forgot to mention Honors is a two semester course during my Senior year (next academic year). ENGL 693H and 694H: a year-long two-semester Senior Honors workshop, which count as two courses, and can lead to graduation with Honors or with Highest Honors in Creative Writing). I'm supposed to create a book length manuscript of poetry during the year. So yeah, I'll still be posting exercises and what not. Hey Koolaid! rev...
Appy Posted March 21, 2007 Report Posted March 21, 2007 Very cool, congratulations! Knowing you, you'll get a lot out of it.. was a good choice of them
Patrick Posted March 21, 2007 Report Posted March 21, 2007 Congratulations!! Sounds like something really hard to get into, so well done! Good luck with the course!
Justin Silverblade Posted March 23, 2007 Report Posted March 23, 2007 Congratulations Rev! That's wonderful news. A lot of work coupled with a lot of satisfaction, I'll bet. Enjoy the moment, and all the rest up and coming. Congrats again! - Justin
Guest Phoenix Posted March 23, 2007 Report Posted March 23, 2007 Congrats hon! thats fantastic and yay for the random capoeira moves in public
Wyvern Posted March 23, 2007 Report Posted March 23, 2007 The main Cabaret doors slam open as Wyvern barges into the room with a gang of papers clutched between his claws. The overgrown lizard screeches to a halt as he approaches reverie, hunching over to catch his breath and dribbling little spots of ash onto the recently cleaned carpet. He turns towards reverie and grins once he's caught his breath. "Congratulationssss reverie." Wyvern winks and strikes a 'claws up' in reverie's direction. He begins untying the red bandana that keeps the gang of papers grouped together as he speaks. "Since it's quite an accomplishment, I wanted to make sure to congratulate you correctly by writing up a few poems in your honor." Wyvern glances over the crowd of well-wishers, then rubs a scaly claw on his chest with pride. "Jussst to let everyone know, these poems were crafted with the aid of the alternative writer's block: Almost Dragonic Brand Ogre Alphabet Ouija Boards! As I'm sure you'll see, this little product is capable of turning even a wyvern such as myself into a rather accomplished poet. That's 250 geld a piece, or five for 1250 geld." Wyvern disciplines himself into a more serious demeanor, then lifts the first sheet of paper to his snout. "Thisss first poem is a haiku that I wrote in honor of reverie, entitled 'HGU.' I hope you enjoy it." With that, Wyvern clears his throat and begins hissing: --- "HGU" by Wyvern Q. Almostdragon UGH GUH GUHGUH UGH GUHGUHGUH [rev] GUH UGH UGH UGH GUH GUH, UGH GUH --- "Thank you." Wyvern bows his head to the horrified crowd. The enchanter poets in the audience quickly begin searching through their spellbooks in the hopes of finding a simple version of "Silence" for the occasion. They pause, however, as Wyvern lifts the next sheet of paper towards his snout. Several pennites gasp in horror and begin to step back. "This nexxxt poem is a sonnet honoring reverie, which is called 'UGH GUH HGUHGU, GUHGUH UGH HGU GHU.' I hope you find it meaningful." --- "UGH GUH HGUHGU, GUHGUH UGH HGU GHU" by Wyvern Q. Almostdragon UGH GUH GUH UGHUGH GUH GUHGUH UGH UGH UGH GUH UGH GUHGUH GUH UGH UGH GUH GUH UGH GUHGUH UGHUGH GUH GUH UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH GUH UGHUGH GUHGUH GUH UGH GUH! GUH UGHUGH GUH UGHUGH UGH GUHGUH HGU UGH GUHGUH UGH GUHGUH GUH UGHUGH GHU UGH GUHGUH GUH GUH GHU UGHGUH GUH HGU UGH UGHUGH UGH GUH UGH GUHGUH UGH GHU! GUHGUH UGH GUHGUH UGH GUHUGH GUH [rev] UGH UGH GUH UGHUGH GUH GUHGUHGUH UHG UGHUGH GUH UGH GUHGUH UGH GUH UGH [rev] GUH UGH GUHGUH UGH GUHGUH GUH GUH UHG! UGH GHUGHUGHU UGH GHUGHUGHU GUH nGH UGH GUHGUHGUH GUH UGHUGHGHU GUH nGH! --- "Thank you, thank you." Wyvern raises a brow as he notices several pennites seething on the ground, moaning for earplugs. He coughs a bit, then raises another sheet of paper to his snout, causing many people in the crowd to turn and flee. "Lassst but not least, here's an epic possstmodern free verse poem I wrote for reverie. Thisss gem is called 'GUHUGHGHUUHG UGH, GHU UGHUGH GUHHGUHGU GHU? GHU UGHGHUGHU... UGHUGH GUH,' and I consssider it the crowning achievement of the bunch. Hope you like it." The pennites seething on the ground begin crawling as fast as they can towards the exit. --- "GUHUGHGHUUHG UGH, GHU UGHUGH GUHHGUHGU GHU? GHU UGHGHUGHU... UGHUGH GUH" by Wyvern Q. Almostdragon HGU UGHGHU UGHGHU GHU GHU GHU! GUHGUH, GUH. UHG UHG, UGH GUH UGH GUH HGUGHUGHU GUH UGHGHU, GUH, UGHGHU GUH GUH GUH UGHUGHUGH, GUH. UGHGHUUHG. GUH UGH GUH UGH UGH GUHGUHGUH UGHGHUUGHHGU HGU HGUHGU, GUH UHG GUHGUH UGH GUH GUHHGU HGU UGH GHU. GUH UGH GHU GHUGHU HGU GUH GHU UGH UGH HGU UGH UGHUGHGUH GUH GUHGUH UGH GHU UHG. GUH UGH UGH GUHGUHGUH UGHGHUUGHHGU HGU HGUHGU GUH UGH UGH GUHGUHGUH UGHGHUUGHHGU HGU HGUHGU GUH UGH UGH GUHGUHGUH UGHGHUUGHHGU HGU HGUHGU. GHU UGHUGH GHU GHU! GHU! GHU GHU UGH GUHGUH UHG UGHUGH UGH GHU? 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I hear this gang of papers is known for distributing paper cutsss." ;-p OOC: On a more serious note: congratulations, reverie.
reverie Posted March 23, 2007 Author Report Posted March 23, 2007 Hmm, reminds me of the Vogon captain's poetry from "The Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy"
Loki Wyrd Posted March 23, 2007 Report Posted March 23, 2007 (edited) Congratulations, that's really exciting. Hopefully putting together a manuscript will be a project that brings you great joy. Edited March 23, 2007 by Loki Wyrd
GeldrinHor Posted March 25, 2007 Report Posted March 25, 2007 Wooooooooooooot....**does a standing backflip in cheering for Reverie** Way To GO, Brother!!!! **returning to a more dignified stance** Really, Rev, a deep and hearty congratulations on your Honors course. You have OBVIOUSLY worked hard to earn it!
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