I'm supposed to be writing an essay.
I'm supposed to be writing an essay.
I am the subject, writing is the verb, the essay is the object, or the most important noun. Supposed is the implication. Beowulf is the catalyst. Fuck you, Beowulf.
Realistically, there wasn't another way for that sentence to go. I mean I could have said I was procrastinating writing the essay, but the already-written sentence implies that I am procrastinating, with it's use and emphasis on supposed. I guess I could have opened with, 'Fuck you, Beowulf' but that would have seemed entirely too aggressive to me. And contrary to popular belief, I am not that aggressive. Or at least I try not to be.
I could've opened with a description of my first week or two of college- but I don't want to talk about that. I'm entirely bored of talking about college. I could've even just talked about brunch. I love brunch.
Or, I guess I could have just gone straight into Beowulf itself. We would have had an honest and open, and introspective, if you will, talk about this titan of a Norse mythology poem. And you would have enjoyed it because while I don't like Beowulf itself, I like discussing it and generally when I like discussing things I become extremely animated and laughably excited.
But, I didn't.
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"We are the pirates!"
Francie's eyes drifted to me and smiled.
"The radical posse of pirates."
Her face lit up more and more as she chanted.
"And everywhere we row,"
Sweat was glistening, we were dirty and tired.
"People wanna know,"
Someone (Piera) pinched me.
"Who we oar,"
Lauren started to say are, until Francie shouted over her.
"And where we climb!"
Francie's eyes drifted back to something behind me.
"We are the Pirates, the Radical Posse of Pirates!"
I couldn't help feeling impossibly small.
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You could ask why. You could and you'd probably get an answer, albeit a vague one. Or you could just sit and stare, looking at the raised marks and wondering.
"Get out of your own head." Francie, the vegan, said that a lot. "I'll let you borrow my fleece, you're shivering." And I wasn't going to eat beans, therefore I was not going to eat at all. "Eat the nuts I brought, you need protein." I didn't need protein, I needed to be left alone, but no was not an acceptable answer, that night in the middle of the Massachusetts wilderness. "Also, there's a pool just sitting over there, look! It doesn't have a fence. No fences can lead to regrettable choices."
I made what could be considered a regrettable choice. But I couldn't regret it.
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Said he who knew [how]
[the] origin [of] men from far [time] [to]recount
said that the Almighty [the] earth wrought
beauty-bright plain as water surrounds[it]
set triumph-glorious sun and moon
beacons to light [for] land-dwellers
and adorned [of]earth[the]grounds
[with]limbs and leaves, life also[he]created
[of]kinds [for]each [of]those who living move about.
