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Epic and Autobiographical (A Versified Finale) An Autobiographical Narrative: 1980s 5

by Carl Halling
08/26/14
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A Perfectly Foolish Young Man I Wanted Part Two Book Five Epic and Autobiographical (A Versified Finale) An Autobiographical Narrative: 1980s 5

An Autobiographical Narrative: 1980s

A Cambridge Lamentation

Centres on my brief stay at Coverton,

A teaching training college

Contained within the University of Cambridge,

With its campus at Hills Road

Just outside the city centre.

A fusion of previously published pieces,

It was primarily adapted

From an unfinished and unsent letter

Penned just before Christmas 1986,

And conveys some of the fatal restlessness

Which ultimately resulted

In my quitting Coverton early in 1987.

In its initial form, it had been forged

By extracting selected sentences

From the original script,

And then melding them together

In a newly edited and versified state,

Before publishing them at the Blogster web log

On the 10th of June 2006.

A Cambridge Lamentation

This place is always a little lonely

At the weekends...no noise and life,

I like solitude,

But not in places

Where's there's recently been

A lot of people.

Reclusiveness protects you

From nostalgia,

And you can be as nostalgic

In relation to what happened

Half an hour ago

As half a century ago, in fact more so.

I went to the Xmas party.

I danced,

And generally lived it up.

I went to bed sad though.

Discos exacerbate

My sense of solitude.

My capacity for social warmth,

Excessive social dependence

And romantic zeal

Can be practically deranging;

It's no wonder I feel the need

To escape...

Escape from my own

Drastic social emotivity

And devastating capacity

For loneliness.

I feel trapped here,

There's no

Outlet for my talents.

In such a state as this

I could fall in love with anyone.

The night before last

I went to the ball,

Couples filing out,

I wanted to be half of every one,

But I didn't want to lose ***.

I'll get over how I feel now,

And very soon.

Gradually I'll freeze again,

Even assuming an extra layer of snow.

I have to get out of here.