Now comes the time to really crack down on my second semester process book. With regards to that, here is a short list of feelings that I am feeling:
- Weird
- Introspective
Here is a short list of feelings that I am not feeling:
- Funny
Half of me says I should echo the style of the first book. The other half says that this semester has been royally fucked up, enough to to warrant a pretty dramatic style shift. I think it's time to get weird and introspective.
Enter: Poetry? Kind of? Really it's just journal-style prose with strategic line separations but isn't that just what poetry is sometimes
I planned it from the start.
I was going to drown myself in text.
I didn’t know it — couldn’t articulate it —
I said it wasn’t about the words.
But it always was.
First it was about color.
Color and time — color and centuries
and millennia of human interaction
and our eyes, red and blue
and black. It was about
as many ancient voices as I could corral
into one place.
It's pretty weird? I don't know if this is the voice I want to have preserved in H309 for... however long it's there. The first semester book is there to be a foil, to offset it, but if I feel the need to offset it, should I really be doing it?
If you listen closely, you can hear the quiet sound of me overthinking again.
Onto other things: I combined the two books I was working on into one, formatted it for print-on-demand, ordered a proof, and am now making edits while I wait for the proof to arrive. I've got my catalogue spreads nearly done -- just have some questions that I'll ask in class tomorrow.
I'll keep writing my weird poetry (??) this evening, just to see if it works itself out.
