Not about Russia...so you might as well skip it.

Okay, I'm sorry but I just don't have it in me to blog about Russia right now. I was totally intending to do a Russia post right this very second but I shan't. Instead I am going to blog about poetry. Most of this comes from the fact that I spent approximately one hour in the Hermitage (oh hey, there's a mentioning of Russia!) just chilling and writing poetry. Yeah, closet poet nerd. That's me. Too bad there isn't a closet poet nerd voice you can make to mock me. So let's rewind for a second.

This week I have been consistently in a crabby mood everyday. Not every hour of everyday but definitely everyday this week I've had a few minutes or hours of being a toddler and just getting all angry. And no, it's not because I'm "a girl," it's because I'm a human being! So it just so happened that yesterday it happened once again. As we were walking around the city I became instantly ticked about something. And what better thing to do while angrily trudging through slush and snow in downtown St. Petersburg than to write poetry in your head? Let me tell you, I definitely loved it. It was so refreshing! I'm not going to post what I have so far because it's not done and that would just be inappropriate. Instead I'll give you a little taste of what has inspired me in my closet poet pursuits.

1. ee cummings. Definitely one of my favorite poets. Because I want to make it look like I'm writing less than I actually am I'll just give you a link to the poem that was inspiring me at the moment right about...here! Oh it excites me so much! The explicit absence of punctuation, the combination of words into a slurred phrase, the simplicity in his statements packing a huge punch! Humor me, for a minute. Pretend that you like it.

2. James Joyce. Unexpected? Most definitely. I would usually say no thank you to this dear man. But a class once forced me into his little mind (and by little I actually mean ridiculously huge). We read this work by him and since I know you're not going to read any of that I'll give you a condensed idea here. Aren't links so mysterious? Okay, you're probably not going to read either of those, are you? Why must you make me waste my time? It's all good, I forgive you. Long story short, People go to a party, people mingle at party, people people-watch at party, people leave party, people see snow outside party, Joyce makes this point about how snow is an equalizer around the land because everything is covered and fresh and new and death is the same way. There you go. And there is a lot of snow here. And I was trudging through it angrily so I though of Joyce. My train of thought and you are now a passenger!

3. As usual, this man's songs inspire me a ridiculous amount. (Mini shout out to Tasha) I'm not entirely sure what the details are on the background of this song but what the main idea is, based off of simply reading the lyrics, there is someone (assuming his father because he writes about him pretty often) who comes around only for Christmas and the kids are so excited when he comes. So they wait for him "covered in snow" and hope that he comes each year. Who knows, maybe it's about Santa?! Just had that thought. I kind of doubt it though. Anyway, when I get snow on me, and this sound pretty dumb so be warned, I immediately start singing in my head the line "covered in snow" over and over again!

Now you've had a little glimpse into my mind! If you're lucky and I get bored enough maybe I will post the poems I wrote while I was trying to get rid of my writer's block. Yep, I'm definitely bored enough. New post, here I come!