It is a stubborn procrastinator
Of course, he is up late
Beard overgrown, hair a mess he looks up
Why does he stay up so late, why take the bait.
The classroom’ doors are spread wide open
My test is to be turned in
A line forms to turn in papers
The stubborn procrastinator walks in, his paper next of kin.
In his crusty, bloodshot eye he holds…
The rest of the class go about their day
No one notices, no one cares of the message he beholds
But you, you take a look into those eyes that have turned glazed
The student was excited, glee filled his eyes
One chapter ended and a new one was about to begin
School hasn’t been a breeze for him, not so easy
Being brought up with good morals, patience and discipline.
Sacrifice and determination got him here from high school to university
He was no strangers to late nights, even then
A heavy curse inflicted on him, where all his work is done last second
And now the curse is back, it is here again.
The constant view into his eyes, piercing like mirrors
All of a sudden, you become him
And you remember all of the past events that led you there.
Clear as day, even at night, the picture is not so dim.
And now the RESEARCH – PAPER came, and he
Was weak-willed he knew it was going to take a night long.
He was struck no desire to write anytime before the night before
And waited for the day to come along, how wrong.
The stubbornness was here, the stubbornness was there,
The stubbornness was all around:
It cracked and hissed, and growled and kissed
Like roots growing in the ground
With stubbornness breeds ignorance, and impotence
There is time for the gym, time for a few youtube videos
Even time for some video games, and Netflix
Look upon this throne of disruptions he bestows.
At length did cross a DISTRACTION for our little student
Through the nothingness it came out, reaching out towards them
As if it had been a hand trying to grab our little student
We cursed it, yet became enthralled by it’s over looming presence.
Our direction became misguided, our attention diverted from the research paper
Now it was going towards the DISTRACTION and we were falling headfirst
In our heads we knew that we would write the paper, just not now
First comes the distraction, then the paper, but now quench this thirst.
I was having fun, completely ignoring my paper.
It was always on my mind, leeching onto the back of my brain
I knew I had to stop soon, opportunities like this would be seldom
Sweat wiped my eyes, like rain
‘God save me, STUBBORN PROCRASTINATOR!
From the disruptions that plague universities
Why thou look anywhere else but myself?
I shot the DISTRACTION
I looked upon the ticking time
And my eyes darted from side to side
I looked upon my research paper
With nothing done I knew I was in for a ride
Yet I finished of course, on time.
I wear this curse on my neck
Its me in my prime
I need to look at myself, give myself a good check
Reflection: Like many others I assume, I wanted to modernize Wordsworth’s “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”. I settled for my version to captivate not only a modern audience, but an immediate audience. This is a poem that many students, including myself can relate to. It has to deal with the typical university student who procrastinates their assignments last second.
I gave the ‘Stubborn Procrastinator’ a persona, I gave it a picture people can see. While many may not immediately want to be compared to someone as ugly as that, they will later see that they aren’t that different. I feel that if I gave the ‘Stubborn Procrastinator’ it gave the poem a sense of immediacy, and made it almost more intimate, There is a character we can connect the poem right from the beginning. There is another unspoken character who observes the procrastinator in the classroom, and not much is given about this character, because it’s supposed to be in the perspective of the reader. Just like the reader, this unspoken character looks at the ‘Stubborn Procrastinator’s” eyes and then observes their perspective. The whole point was to blur the lines between whose perspectives we were switching from and to. Both the unspoken person, and the ‘Stubborn Procrastinator” are supposed to be the same person. With, hopefully, the reader finding themselves part of it too. The poem was to highlight just the number of students who are indeed procrastinators themselves, and meant to highlight their struggles in the university setting. In a parody attempt there are stanzas that are very similar to Wordsworth’s own lines, in order to see the connection in both poems. This poem is a parody, the Albatross instead of leading towards clearer waters, instead leads our reader towards more distractions. And while death isn’t present, we know from Wordsworth Version that it is coming, and while it’s not here, time is the lurking danger. We know it’s bound to come, and it will always affect our protagonist in their journey to finish at the last second.
- Robert Morales