For uni this week I have to intervene in a text. Write it from another point of view, change the genre, the feel, something like that. Just something I knocked up in the car before I left… It was a sort of counterpoint to one of Judith Wright’s anti-war poems (specifically the pacific). It’s about a soldier who really likes war. And, of course, it’s unfinished.

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The rising sun shall become the falling star,
For I will grab it from the sky and cast it into the pacific
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Another one I wrote bleary eyed and annoyed I couldn’t sleep. So it must be good! Just one possible end to the Hardling legacy. I’ll get it sometime…

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This is a world gone mad.

Well, I assume so. I don’t know any other worlds I can compare it to, really.

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Oh, I wrote this last night when I was trying to get some sleep before my early-morning uni wednesday. It didn’t work, because I kept turning on the light when I had an idea I wanted to write down. It’s all in really bad hand writing too, but that’s nothing new. Read the rest of this entry »