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I wouldn’t like this. A class full of uncomfortable individualised strangers. An over head projector, prodding, obvious questions, trying to ascertain the exact purpose or meaning. The space for ambiguity is closed up like a canon eclipsed by an earthquake. Highlighter and underlining of a spontaneous experience. They are trying to make water into concrete. I just want it be able to bubble and foam and languish but they want to pin it down. I would be sad and disgusted if I saw my floaty feelings pin boarded up onto the wall for dissection Do not treat my insides in this way
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
Class dissection
I wouldn’t like this. A class full of uncomfortable individualised strangers. An over head projector, prodding, obvious questions, trying to ascertain the exact purpose or meaning. The space for ambiguity is closed up like a canon eclipsed by an earthquake. Highlighter and underlining of a spontaneous experience. They are trying to make water into concrete. I just want it be able to bubble and foam and languish but they want to pin it down. I would be sad and disgusted if I saw my floaty feelings pin boarded up onto the wall for dissection Do not treat my insides in this way
poetry classes hurt me
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
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