...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

Trepanation, Anyone?


Is it just me or does the universe seem to be either sick and/or tripping on some mega-whacked-out acid? I mean, I cannot help but feel that Texas Chain Saw Massacre sense of foreboding lately. Perhaps "Saturn is in retrograde, its powers of malefluence increased" because it sure feels like Sally pointed out, "There are moments when you can't believe what's happening to you is really true."

Friends are breaking up. Friends are getting divorced. Friends have told me about THEIR friends who are breaking up and/or getting divorced. Other folks are CONTEMPLATING either/or. Some are shagging inappropriately. Others aren't shagging at all. And still others' families are deteriorating in weird sorts of ways. People's jobs are driving them to the edge and they're swaying there tentatively. People are in dig-me-a-hole-and-bury-me kinds of funks. Lives are intersecting and reintersecting like bizarre tic-tac-toe boards.

And that's not even getting into the state of the country AND the world at the moment.




Maybe we just all need a good trepanning. Yes yes.



And to top all THAT off, looks like I'm gonna be throwing the universe further askew in the winter as I've gotten permission to conduct a poetry-writing workshop for teens through the Mayfield Hts. city school system. Which means I'm gonna be corrupting the little folks... Tee hee.

That being said, I've got a request for suggestions going out to all of you (*gritting my teeth knowing how many deliberately asinine responses I'm doomed to get*):

I have to write a descriptive blurb for the workshop catalogue, 40 words or less, for this class. I also need to make some intriguing handouts that I can distribute at the library and whatnot that will catch some young folks' eyes and make them wanna sign up.

So if you have any suggestions, please let me know.

What I'm aiming to convey in 40 words or less (and/or in a handout or something) is

a) that this isn't gonna be lame-ass, dry, curricular-induced poetry-writing they're gonna be doing;

b) that this'll afford them the chance to connect with other students who feel the same way about writing as them;

and c) that the class will be hip and fun (but not in a cheesy and Hilary Duffish--"Raise Your Voice!"--kinda way) and not lame and school-like.

And... GO!



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