October 17, 2004

and my bitter pill to swallow is the silence that I keep

blurted by mccutcheon at 22:00

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Right im not even going to try and act like i understood that. see thats the problem with writers/poets you never know what they thought or why they wrote something you can only make up your own interpretation. And things only turn valuable once that poet is dead, so you really have no idea what the person was on about......and then i have to ask myself why should someone like me, be able to analyse a poem by some long dead person if im anyway going to get it wrong?? They should really reconsider the stuff they teach kids in school now a days! Dont get me wrong love its all nice and pretty but why make a person like me down this? you know what i mean specially a person like myself i think i havent said that enough. Right its obvious that i ahve too much time on my hands so before i make an even bigger fool of myself im going to go write my economics assignment! I know its too early to start. Ciao ciao

18/10/04 01:18

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