I’m fortunate to say that I’ve been able to take two classes with Professor Ciaran Berry (http://www.trincoll.edu/NewsEvents/NewsArticles/pages/CBerry-Wins-Whiting-Award.aspx). Professor Berry led my First-Year Seminar, American Dystopia and now, almost four years later, I’m enrolled in his Creative Writing course. Starting and ending my Trinity career with the poet powerhouse seems like the only logical thing to do. Duh.
Moreover, this experience reaffirms the diversity of a liberal arts education. As someone who has taken a class in close to every department (sorry Music & Fine Arts, maybe next time) I’ve studied everything from neurological synapses, empirical derivatives, the 1960s, etc. and now, with the help of Professor Berry, poetry. And may I just say, poetry is much more difficult than I anticipated. So much so that my three roommates take perhaps too much delight in reading my work for a quick giggle. Keats I’m not…duh 2x.
Welp, YOTO a.k.a You Only Trin Once so you might as well try out as much as possible while you still can.
And now for your viewing pleasure and a good laugh here is one of my first attempts at poetry…ever. Get jazzed. Oh and suprise, surprise it tackles pop culture #Predictable #WatchOutForSarcasm
Poet #1: When Culture Pops
You know we’d have 99 problems but a deficit ain’t one if Beyonce were to ‘run the world’ and Jay Z was her second-in-command.
Then Kanye West would become Chairman of the Federal Reserve, because unlike Ben Bernanke, he’s in fact saying she’s a gold digger.
Our constitution would provide certain inalienable rights but only when you’re Keeping Up With The Kardashians. We hold these truths to be self-evident and spray tanned.
Our Declaration of Independence would grant all the single ladies the right to put their hands up, and the equal opportunity to live in the suburbs of Rack City.
We’d all be in sync by listening to N’sync, worshiping the Holy Trinity of Lindsey, Britney, and [insert latest ‘it-girl’ here].
Rihanna would be our nation’s weather girl, telling when take out our umbrella-ella-ay-ay. Or we could just keep calm and google it.
We’d exist on Drake’s 24-hour champagne diet, and have a Party in the USA with Miley Cyrus, feeling so fly like a G6.
Our Bad Romances with Lady Gaga, who said she’d call me maybe (likely story,) would be documented by Taylor Swift.
Each of us would be a member of ‘The Real World,’ providing the necessary fodder for the Church of Our Lord and Savior Reality TV.
Maybe this is unlikely and I’m just a material girl, living in a material world of my own imagination …but am I?
Needless to say, doing homework can actually be fun.
