It's time for back to school sales. Yes, I am a total geek. It gets me excited. Fresh, clean books of paper and every writing implement (that cost's under $5) out in the open. It's like seeing ankles on those prissy Victorian Women.
The best back to school commercial? The Staples commercial with Alice Cooper (don't know if it's running this year). The older I get, the more I like Alice.
It's time to run out those sneakers, kids. Swing across the crick on the metal cable risking death and tetanus one more time. Build another sand fort. Climb the trees again (all of them). Soon it will be time to pack away the summer and closet ourselves in classrooms, breathing in chalk dust (yeah, I know, dry wipe boards, but those you have to sniff the markers to get any effect), and exhaling our youth, the slow poison of knowledge.
3 comments:
I, too, love school supplies! There is nothing so bad that a few new pens and a new notebook won't make it better.
Your bumblebee poem on Birdie's blog was a thing of beauty. I didn't know you were a poet! More! More!
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My.
God.
I just came over here for the same reason Greeny Flower did, though I looked for an e-mail on your profile first.
Steve, that was a beautiful freaking thing! You touched on genius there. Are you sure you're not writing in the wrong lengths? Novels v. poems....
Thanks Greeny and Camille.
I would write more poetry, but I'm focusing in on story telling. Poetry was my focus in college (although I did some short story work). I might have to try it again. thanks for the encouragement. But in all truth, Camille, it was your photography that inspired me.
I should put my (spam protected) email on my profile. Thanks for reminding me (I haven't updated that thing since I changed it to my real name).
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