After a month of waiting on the mail system to catch up with priority shipping, it’s here!
I have been working on a new poetry project, though.
… a few free write poems that came about in a unique sequence which involved the sense I should share them here.
…which is to say that if I stop believing I exist I will, in fact, cease to exist—or else my cat is the reason I exist, in which case, I’m doomed.
Eventually, you find the frozen plums in the icebox.
More poems need to be written and others need revised, but I’m feeling pretty fantastic about seeing my writing evolve.
Do you want to see me type pages of acrobats,
Leak leagues of sea toxins into a light beam?
you should know this if you’ve ever truly kissed
Who in their right mind would acquire 2 overhead projectors, anyway?
Less building a perfectly sturdy house with all the bells and whistles and more finding shelter before a storm hits.
I have this project or idea, it’s where I take an overhead projector to various places and write out poems, essays, flash fiction and other writing.
I will say this: Jupiter Ascending is a fantastic movie and you should stop judging it.
We grow. We learn. We wipe it all away.
All I know is I must be on another planet than mostpeople.
Here, I’ve found a place to dialogue this art outside the city gates. I don’t want to sound intellectual or worse, arrogant. I want to talk about things that have challenged and opened up my creativity.
Like, I’m supposed to meet people who are interested in things I’m interested in!?
I wanted to add the missing auditory piece that would connect constellations of visual elements on the page with the linguistic meat and potatoes.
What kinds of creative things do you do when you’ve been pulled away from it for a while? How do you get back into the artistic groove?
My heart was a mess. No poems exited my person.
Every visual poem is constrained by human sense of what is real, whether physical “laws” or metaphors of abstract concepts.
I mean, you can have a graphic novel about Batman sitting in his bat-cave or you can show him swooping across rooftops.
And why avoid something modern and weird and uncertain and without academic criticism having focused on it for a thousand years?
I mean, I’m not trying to be Patrick Batemen.
The waves and cracks in the cosmos bring out what has always been defiantly itself, no matter what within our powers we think makes it happen.
Do I dare disturb the universe? Absolutely.