Something old, something renewed.

I need out. I need an escape from the prison that is exams. For most of the day, I sit alone in front of my laptop, staring at outlines. I review and rereview until my eyes don't pick the words off the page anymore, and I find myself for the fourth time reading "nonoccurnence of which was a basic assumption to the contract," and still having no idea what is going on. The amazing thing about studying, is eventually, after the 50 millionth time you read over a sentence, it all comes together. Unfortuneately you realize that the sentence also isn't necessary to what you should be learning. You begin to dislike the author, concluding that the person who wrote that statement is a terrible writer, and you can say the substantial part of that statement in a much clearer form; "the parties didn't expect something to happen."

You finally get to the part of the night where it is time to go to bed. Sadly, your mind is still cranking, and it's hard to settle down. When you finally go off to dreamland, you realize that you are in a test: civ pro, torts, contracts, con law, property. Civ pro dreams are nightmares. I woke up reciting rule 11 one morning. Con law dreams are confusing at the least, and usually go beyond the exam and end with me physically running frantically around the law school, until Seigal chases me down and tells me to stop. Take the test.

Being somewhat uncreative, by reason of exhaustion, I decided I would post a long promised poem. However, while searching through my desk, I found another poem in desperate need of revision, and then realized I was in desperate need of an academic activity beyond the Restatement. Deciding all this, here are both poems. The first is in it's original pentameter form, although I probably could have made up a title for it. The second is in a radically revised form.

1. Untitled.

Oh! How I love the begining of fall!
Gentle the wind. How it blows on the seas.
Crisp and cool air travels swiftly to all,
wildly whistiling through willow trees.

How does the wind feel to travel so free?
Swirling around shouting audible moans.
Sailors don't mind, they need wind on the sea
And gladly they listen to the breeze's groans.

The wind endures such a companionship!
Sweet air is needed by all to inspire.
Intimately, softly, grazing the lip,
Shortly exhaled it is free to retire.

The ills of captivation are profound,
What force allows nature to be unbound?


2. Against Reason

The wisest man said he knew nothing;
knowing justice made one just.
How can just one simple person
exchange, for reason, faith and trust?

Slowly I'll tend to these pieces,
Strewn about a senseless world.
Logic falls in boundless creases,
around thin air my fingers curl.

The wisest man has set me free!
And now I leave this cave, afraid.
This baroque world confuses me,
yet makes confusion slowly fade.