I've written a new poem. It's extremely black-hearted and satirical. More important, perhaps, is that the marks for semester 1 have been released, and I'm very, very pleased to find that I was given a mark of 73/90 for the module on the film music of Herrmann, well into First Class territory and 2nd highest in the year. Anyhow, here's the poem.
Life in a Lab Beaker
Bromidic structures in close proximity
Disseminate uniformly
The sole rumination
The sole illumination
Graceful and understated
Diffraction ruffles composure
Yet placidity was never the rumoured strength
Enervation, something quotidian
Grimed walkways and the callused atmosphere
Pain but no release. Release me release me release me.
Out of all this
A fourteen year old, marred by the agony of puberty and
Robbed of innocence, opts for IVF.
How doth the life egg in the beaker
Its motion causal, free, indifferent to how it got there
When we all glance so solipsistically,
Devoid of passion, but irrational and constant,
Have we finally acknowledged
The sole illumination.
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