Wash the Fingers Off His Hands / Glen

It is rather curious when
you consider the fact
that all 3 of
them disappeared on the same
day. They
are slowly being replaced.
This is a fact. Mama
Cass died when she
choked
on a ham sandwich. This
may or may not be
a
fact. Yester-
day a stainless steel
scrubbing device appeared next
to the sink, and
today, when I arrived
home after work, I
discovered that
someone
had left a hand towel on
the faucet.

What, Happening

Can you hear the
14 or 13,
man?
Traffic is often
slow, it moves
slow / has a
slow pulse, exhibits
slow tendencies.
You
could
do something about it or
say, "Fuck it.
Furniture - I'll get
naked too."
The implication is that
certain movements have space allotted
for the unforeseen:
you can't know what will happen to time,
it would ruin the forum.
as "What / what
I say
vs.
what / what
happens or
happens."

What is not important.
The key is the link.

All Kinds of Things

answers
the
phone:
"are you asleep?" Come back
from the other
side
of the world. The last train comes
at 9. What I think it
is is not
important. We should have
all kinds of
things. I'm thinking
earlier. When I get to
where
I'm going I
thought that an attorney
would
know all about it. You
see, I'm here now. I am
on
the bus.

Detroit Face

She said she hadn't
worn it
in a long time
and she was searching
the pockets
for money; instead,
she found a photograph
of a
dead
fish.

When There Was Nothing Else To Eat, It Made A Little More Sense

I.

They truly are
really excellent
sneakers. Even the Pope wears
them. Keep smoking your
cigarette if you don't
believe me.


II.

Every forest stops.
That's where I get off -
it's like you'll be able to
cut through the
summer up there;
it's a different ending,
mung beans were not ____ for this
(a dollar fifty for everybody)
.
It takes forever to get to
all of them except
for 2.

The Core Apple

His brilliant shine it
was terms I could not
explain. It was
the closest thing to
only as people would
as a construct
his writing is
beyond no comparison
ever to
feeling no none it's
his good stuff the juvenile
book 1,000 pages
it's part of the
concept I'm not
going to explain
anymore. To me, I was
it's not
there's hands down
years ago he killed himself
apparently he couldn't
deal with the fact
that he couldn't ever talk
to anybody he does
not have detractors.
None.

The Space Between Real Life & Manipulated Text

One aspect of "Writing Down The Bones" I really appreciated was the emphasis on the importance of writing as a regular practice. As much as I appreciate the feedback and instruction that I receive in writing classes, one of the things I appreciate the most about taking a class is the fact that it forces me to put words on paper. It is difficult, without the parameters of various exercises or the benefit of feedback, to remain motivated, at times, to write. This is a problem I've had with keeping a journal in the past. While, at times, it feels very therapeutic to write and I can appreciate the psychological benefits of the act, there are other times when it is extremely difficult to find inspiration without direction of some sort.

This blog has helped to provide an impetus to write, if mostly in the form of reactions to various reading, and I hope to continue it after the class (although I plan to remove content that is not poetry, short prose, recipes, shopping lists, or essays (i.e. the responses)).

Recently, I had an extra credit assignment for a physics class that consisted of writing a 5-page paper by hand. I chose to write the paper in cursive. While my my penmanship had decayed dramatically from years of neglect, it was interesting to note that I still remembered the shapes of all of the cursive characters. It was like the familiar analogy of riding a bike: once I was on, it felt like I had never stopped writing in cursive. This is a suitable analogy for my relationship with the written word in general. This class has helped to get me back on the bike and reminded me of how fun and rewarding the ride is.