Thursday, February 11, 2010


We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

Gwendolyn Brooks.


This poem reminds me of one of my real best friends (as opposed to my imaginary best friends, alexa and carey, natch). i keep trawling through her tumblr archives in a vain attempt to pretend that she's with me gallivanting around new york and not miles and miles away back in australia. at least i'll get to trawl through thrift stores, cut class and eat mountains of ill-advised wedges with sour cream and sweet chilli sauce with her soon. (and, hey frances, i know you read this, i miss you!)



caroline said...

i hope you're having a splendid time in the big apple! how long are you staying? xx (yep, i'm back)

daisy kate said...

I love this poem! I love how the 'We' naturally sounds louder when spoken. I also love the photo. I've just read that you're a media student, where are you studying? I'm applying for this september, dead excited! :) check out my blog if you get a second sweets :)

hrose said...

^ daisy kate - i study media/communications and arts at sydney uni. i love it! good luck good luck!!

caroline - hello there! glad you're back, will hit you back with a comment when i'm home in sydney town.