I wrote a poem inspired by Les Miles and submitted it to my advanced writing seminar. First I'll share a few of the class' comments and then the poem will be after the jump.
Comments on page (in no particular order):
yeah this definitely makes no sense
This gets a bit wordy.
A lot of wordiness...is this intentional?
Awkward line breaks.
These sentences are syntactically troubling.
Where have we arrived by the end of the poem?
Out of control.
Can the person quoted in the epigraph also be the speaker of the poem? How meta/presumptuous.
Post-Game Press Conference
“Woeojuwedjhdjwe” –Les Miles, tweeting after a football game against UNC, Sept. 4, 2010
I think this is as exciting a sport,
dealing with the style of athlete,
the variance from a Saturday to Saturday,
as there is in this world.
I think change is a state of constant
need in any game that sees imperfections and must be
I told my guys, we made our bed,
and now it’s time
to get it right.
The play-call certainly was the absolute best call at that time,
and it would have gone
in the order that it would have anyway.
That decision—my decision—
was made prior to the time understanding.
I just didn’t think there was any reason
at that point and time to think
that was going to be any other day but ours.
Certainly with time
Our team will potentially be great.
The game we just played was a turning point.
It will call to life some dormant aggression and want to fight.
N.B. my professor was the only one in the class who knew who he is (she went to Bama). She asked the class, "does anyone know who Les Miles is?" Crickets. "He's the head coach at LSU." A pause, and the students asked, "what does that mean?"