the schlemihl life: In which Matthew writes a POEM

Saturday, January 17, 2009

In which Matthew writes a POEM

Last night I got bored, sitting at the light board, waiting for Ara's perpetually delayed house manager to give the go sign. So I decided to try my hand at writing a POEM. I know I'm not very good at POEMS, but all I had to hand were a pen, a notebook, and a bunch of pretty buttons, so I needed something to distract myself. This is the POEM I came up with:

curry favor
curry in a hurry
green curry
curry the horse
currier & ives

carry on
carry a torch
hari kari
carrie bradshaw
voices carry

corey haim
corey feldman
north korea

The word you're looking for, by the way, is brilliant.

3 comments:

Sharon K. Goetz said...: Hara kiri?

I suppose the irony is part of the art. :P; January 19, 2009 at 8:57 AM
Matthew said...: OED: "hara-kiri... Also corruptly hari-kari, hurry-curry."

That is TOTALLY what I had in mind, it was IRONIC, I am EXTREMELY culturally literate, comma splice.

Sigh. There go my chances at laureate.; January 19, 2009 at 9:33 AM
Erin said...: I miss your blog; October 12, 2009 at 4:55 PM

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healthcare edition: 2009-10

I'm on fellowship this year, so I make my own hours. And various doctors have informed me that it is imperative for me to take this opportunity to improve my physical health. It's kind of serious. But as small as the suggested baby steps are, I have not yet had the willpower to sustain any consistent practice, and I think that's because I've never been able to do anything worthwhile unless I know there's a possibility that someone's looking.

So I'm back to blogging. To anyone who is reading: if there are not four full entries here per workweek, please feel free to act as my drill sergeant, personal trainer, or bully. Each entry must include a brief record of the following: a cardio workout (jumprope/Wii Fit one day per week; on the other three days, bike/elliptical); fifteen minutes of stretching; pushups; crunches; a healthyish breakfast and lunch (I never skip dinner, so there's no need to record it here); confirmation that my apartment is livably clean. It ain't much, but it's better than I've done so far. Any reinforcement, positive or negative, is welcome.