Thursday, October 22, 2009
Poets Do the Darnedest Things
What you have heard is true. The grad poetry workshop did end early last evening so that we could go, as a class, to see Where the Wild Things Are. And it was like watching a really intense lyric poem, so we’re pretty sure it still counts as class time. And we won’t spoil it for you, but we’re thinking it’s not a movie for kids. Or at least not for the footed pajama-wearing toddler who was up way past bedtime. This was the 9:30 show, after all, and teenagers were out in full force to prove that “school nights” mean nothing nowadays. We’ll include two photos for your enjoyment. One because we like the word “condiments,” and one because it’s actually pretty good.
Posted by Mary Ann Samyn at 1:37 AM