It teaches us to pay attention, to learn how to be alone with ourselves.
Woe is me, obviously.
I have been working on a new poetry project, though.
…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?
Who in their right mind would acquire 2 overhead projectors, anyway?
I will say this: Jupiter Ascending is a fantastic movie and you should stop judging it.
You stay loose, responsive and you do what you know how to do best. / You dish it out with everything you’ve got.
Sometimes I got home from work and hit pen to page immediately. Sometimes, I made a fancy af dinner and then wrote. Sometimes, I got halfway through a bottle of Jack before anything slurred its way away from me.
Biggie rhyming hippopotamus with preposterous did me in. That was it. I was like, Okay, maybe there is more to sonics than just sonnets and nursery rhymes. Exceptional things happen here.
With time I eased into it. I would spit a couple lines (all spit, no lines) at a time. Okay a few words here and there, then lines came. I’d follow along to what my friends were saying and how they were doing it, listening to the moments of flow and for their solutions to stumbling through. I laughed a lot. I thought a lot. I listened.
I’m wondering what programs are out there or what kind of set ups people work with to make the writing process different from everything else that happens on your comp.
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.
I very suddenly submitted my chapbook to a number of fantastic places.
The image is a run through of inspirations: literary, personal and of creative interest. By no means a complete list.
Now I have fancy looking cards with my important information on the back and I can be confident that I won’t miss another possibly interaction with interesting people.
Once I got into it, not worrying about the desired result of the collages so much as the actual result, the collages themselves, and having decided to commit to at least a handful of cards, the fun took over.
I mean, I’m not trying to be Patrick Batemen.