One can only hope.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
More Billy Collins. I can't help myself.
It's true. I'm not teaching anything as high-falutin' as literature, but that doesn't mean I don't have a real appreciation for a master of the form. And who knows, any of the fledging writers in one of my five writing classes may someday be the laureate of something.
One can only hope.
One can only hope.
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Crud. I had successfully managed not to jump on the poetry bandwagon after the first Billy Collins post. After the first post, I went out searching for more Billy Collins, found some, and loved it. Now I have 2 choices:
1. Keep my newfound love to myself.
2. Share my new love with people who just won't understand.
I hope you're pleased with yourself.
Nothing makes me happier than using poetry to jam somebody up.
Plus, they'll give me a toaster if I get enough Billy Collins converts.
I totally understand not being able to help yourself about Billy Collins! See here! http://babayagasplace.squarespace.com/heidi-musings/2008/10/8/me-and-billy-collins.html
And P.S. Where are those toasters?!
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