frowned upon

not much to report these days: sleeping, eating (maybe too much), working (too, too much for too, too little money), reading (or the semblance of such? lost my portrait of the artist as a young man as i was finishing it... cursed book!). i'm thisclose to applying to the creative writing graduate program at the university of iowa. university of middleofnowheresville, more like, but i'll be damned if they don't have the best mfa program for poetry/creative writing. so... maybe a second tryst in cornfields usa will right me? first time around was havoc on my dainty, poor soul, but this time i'm stronger, meaner, and wiser (or am i?). so.... in the works. now i just need to revise 10-12 poems and get them to a stage where i feel proud releasing them to the 'world' or just the admissions office... which 10? i feel the urge to write utterly new ones, but know that's an impulse i need to resist. or else i'll send premature babies halfway formed instead of fully mature, able to stand on their own two or ten or however many feet poems might metaphorically have. i'm actually excited about this prospect for a change! these days excitement is like an endangered species in my flora and fauna of emotions. um. yeah, that part didn't really make sense and it's a good thing i'm not going to send crap like that out to the university of iowa...