Horace, sometimes I just don't understand...

Well, I don't think we agree, anyway. Write to be famous? Hmm. I wouldn't mind being a well-known writer, I would rather enjoy a lot of people reading--and liking--my work. (Squealing fangirls might be a bit much, although two or three on alternate Tuesdays I could handle.) But writing only what people want to read? Nooooo! Please, no! It PAINS me to hear people giving that advice, regardless of how old and ancient and revered they are. Ouch!
And the line that boils down to, "don't try to be original because the odds are, you won't succeed"? Oh! The PAIN!
Imitate the well-known authors? *wimpers* I know people say that all the time and for a while it's okay, to get your first legs but for your own sake, don't--don't--don't write imitations!
*whimpers again*
*dies*

Anyhow. That, ending with "suicide is a poet's perogative" if he fails to please, well, that sort of made my morning.
Besides whimpering in pain at Horace, class was good though...we read our poems and lordy I love to hear brilliant poems, I do. We're going to make copies for everyone as well. Wheee!

Am now going to run to history. I wrote my essay, edited it just now...*sigh* Not very good one, I'm afraid, but it'll do.

And BXPE-ers? Watch out! I'm coming tomorrow. :D

( le poem, because i am a little show-off )