more on thi(e)s(e) theme(s) later
• I've been feeling like, what happened, where did it go? Slow, dumb, frustrated. Mess. I pulled some random letters out of a scrabble bag and they read, "tidy up (the other two wereic).Sunny day and my driveway is piled high with snow, snow high outside of my front door. I don't have a shovel, and I live in a building with lots of people, none of whom shovel. You'd think we'd get fined or something, we're next to a school. Not my problem? Thats my mantra, growing since 18 and I saw some kids throwing styrofoam into the source of the ganges. Just let it get started before you throw trash innit! But I throw more into the rivers here than they do there, probably so...sunny day. Don't feel depressed like in the previous weeks but I guess I do a little bit. Just good enough to make sense of it enough to write slow, dumb, frustrated, put words to it. I'm glad that periodically I still have fun, group fun with others. But in the meantime, in between time, no fun. No work. No idea for a work.
went to milwaukee with michael, visited bjorn, michael lay on the floor, on an uneven pile of blankets. Bjorn and me wrote an exquisite corpse poem. When we got stuck, we tried to wake up michael, first by saying 'wake up', then by nudging him, then put on cowboy boots and whipped him with a belt, then lay next to me and whispered psycological detourants in response to his half-formed phrases, until he was happy. He smiled really big and started typing."
went to milwaukee with michael, visited bjorn, michael lay on the floor, on an uneven pile of blankets. Bjorn and me wrote an exquisite corpse poem. When we got stuck, we tried to wake up michael, first by saying 'wake up', then by nudging him, then put on cowboy boots and whipped him with a belt, then lay next to me and whispered psycological detourants in response to his half-formed phrases, until he was happy. He smiled really big and started typing."