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Poetry Schmoetry...

That muffled sound in the back is me dragging my arse, YET AGAIN, to get an assignment done... I love writing. I mean I LOVE writing, have always loved it since I wrote and published my first book at Hinck's Avenue Primary School, way back in 1977...

So, now I'm doiing my dream Master's and getting to write, and here I sit dragging my arse...

The problem is, of course, as always, that I'm having to stick within guidelines, both those set out in the unit outlines, and those set out just by the personalities of my lecturers...

Take for example my poetry lecturer. He's a lovely MAN. Now, you might be wondering why I emphasised the word "man", and of course, I'm setting you up so that I can explain that to you, hahaha!

I handed in an assignment a number of weeks back, for which I got 80%. The reason I didn't get higher (and well I always want a higher mark, if that is possible - which believe me, it most often is) was because he wasn't completely happy with my Sonnet. Now, I thought that was because of it's style or meter or something, but last night (talking to mum) I found out that his biggest criticism of it was it's subject matter. The fact that I had described myself as lying in bed listening to Dh and DSs outside my bedroom making a racket. His comment to my mother had been, "She's lying in bed, WHINGING". In other words; what has she got to whinge about, he's the one getting up and making breakfast and dealing with the kids.

ARGH! Well, I could go into a diatribe about how he has no clue about what I do, and how I have the RIGHT to whinge simply because when I wrote this, I was still BREASTFEEDING NON-STOP through the night, something I'm pretty damned sure his wife DIDN'T do. But it's pointless really, because he's teaching me something very useful about audience.

Here's the problem though. For this major assignment, my theme is Labour and Birth. I've written three poems about blessingways and am about to write a two part poem about labour set in the Amazon rainforests and juxtaposed with a labour scene in a major metro hospital. But knowing my lecturer isn't partial to sentimentality, I can't be sentimental about it. The aim of this poem is show that despite the major differences between these two kinds of birth there are Universal similarities as well which break down the barriers between these two quite distinct experiences.

But how to do this while engaging this MAN, and not being sentimental. It's too late to start a whole new batch of poems so I've just got to make this work...

Wish me luck!

Comments

HipbubbyMama said…
Oh Sif I sympathise! That'd be so HARD! I'm lucky in that my uni lecturer is female-so whilst I know know whether she's a mother, she seemed to get my pieces on parenting.Likewise, my TAFE lecturers are grandparents so they've been quite good about the fact I've missed a few classes due to sick kids etc. And really-who the fuck cares if you WERE whinging or not-it's how good a whinge (or not!) that it was-the style, form etc. To bitch about it because HE doesnt like the subject matter is subjective and irrelevant. grrr!!

Anyway, good luck, I'm SURE you'll manage to impress him nonetheless!
HipbubbyMama said…
oops I meant to write "whilst i DONT know" hehe

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