Each month, The Blue and White publishes two pages of poetry! Here is our last Measure for Measure. As you can see, they are very nice poems. However, they are by senior editor Torsten Odland. And while we like publishing his poetry—we have published a poem of his below, after the jump—we would also like to publish other students’ poetry.
So: if you have original, unpublished verse that you would like to see in The Blue and White, send it to editors@theblueandwhite.org by Sunday, April 28, at 11:59 pm.
In My Nissan
In high school,
my brother and I would cruise
around our county for hours
listening to Marvin Gaye’s
“Let’s Get It On,”
because we were really funny.
The streets ran
like a tangle of yarn
that had been dropped
by a careless bird,
and every Friday night
we would put on “Good Times, Bad Times”
and try to trace out the pattern
that 2009 is working on America.
One night we counted all
the houses with red doors.
We’re back in the driveway,
calling it quits at 12:30,
and when I open the door
the light conjures my face in the windshield.
—Torsten Odland
7 Comments
@h8r ugh torsten
@Anonymous I hope Jim dumps Pam in the end, I think he would be happier with a successful sports agency. Pam is only going to get uglier and there are lots of hot coeds in Philly for an up and coming exec. Does he go for the big city dream, or does he settle for a stuborn Scranton woman? I wish I knew already, because this show is getting stupid, and I can barely stand to watch it, I wish it will end so I can move on and get another Thursday show.
@Yeah Omg, my thoughts exactly! Slash couldn’t have said it better myself.
@Alex Preach.
@Finn But Torsten is my fucking homeboy. Don’t replace him with dat hi fulutin shit.
@Anonymous A haiku dedicated to one of the most beloved Columbia institutions, sadly taken from us not even months ago:
Creepy Facebook note,
References to LitHum;
CU Admirers
@Anonymous uhhhhhhh