Printed first poem in collection. But the novel’s first page.. not sure if I want it to be something I’ve written this semester, or something from the past. I don’t want those writings to die, or be forgotten, collecting dust in the closet to my left.. or somewhere in this bloody laptop. I very much want to resurrect the old writings, have them speak louder than they did when I first wrote them.
Departing for a bit, to watch a documentary on photography. Yes, for/from National Geographic.. I feel something about and within my proscribed animate edifice coming alive. Ready for rebellion. Leaving the lasso of regularity behind. Bringing Death to their devilish clock. Giving my son a father of which to be immeasurably proud.
$424 in publishing state, to note…..