Examination Meditation
Well, I’m thinking of applying for this wonderful-sounding Online MA in Creative Writing and New Media.
I haven’t studied formally for so many years; I wonder how I’ll fit into the whole uni thing again.
Considering this brings to mind a poem I wrote in futile protest once when I really ought to have been doing something more strategic for my end-of-year exams:
Examination Meditation
The weight of that which must be learned
Tia Azulay, Nov84-08Mar07
Forbids the enjoyment of a single word
Which probably, if dwelt upon
Would yield a richness like the one
That’s sought in all this wild attempt
To gather all things known or meant
In a holy list of date and time,
Falsely to cry “This knowledge is mine!”
For once the pen has hit the pad,
It really is so very sad
How quickly all the marshalled facts
Just fly the grey cells; turn their backs
And I, their erstwhile master, then
Become degreed, with no more ken!
Tia Azulay Nov84-08Mar07
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