Front and Center,
Grotesque Smile walking out and towards me, those thoughts in my head. Nearing Walter, thinking of Lind, walking to Magrath, the evening begins. I saw and registered just this one person…
Front of the class with Scott Stapp. The lead singer of Creed, and I, and we stand. AKA a TA. This is life at the bus stop waiting in the cold, thinking of thoughts old. Bold people wearing exposed flesh standing apart. Ice crusted sidewalk, I look across the street to see a mirror; people just like me. The worst song on my iPod, shuffles in my ears-God.
I come to.
Probing my audience: making an obvious point (to some). Those who aren’t dumb, at least, some. Thumbs down, this is me, this is how I believe. Aught’ to be, Show you how I see. A “U” and “X”- unstressed and stressed-not a stretch. Not far off, lines and rhymes aloft. FACT.
We make a somewhat apprehensive white board dance in tight pants. Look at the sad crowd, relax.
Scansion of poetry: iambic, prosody, diction, expansion; an explanation of situations, objective subjection, an aggressive reaction, which could lay wastage. Justified. I fold at the masses, scoff at this interaction. I feel defeated, but undamaged. I feel this comedy is tragic.
That’s just Shakespeare talking though. He might have been one person.
Someone yells from the back of the class, “You are just one person!” I am apparently one person… Can you believe that? I can’t.
Then I thought about it-
Other examples of “just one person”:
Get it? Said just one person.