Discovering Intimacy
It all came out of discovering Intimacy, in parade of my poetic disease and capture…
Novel has found ground. And also variations that connect through the words.
The trills I spill into rill and fill are kind of ON auto pilot now. Since little argy bargy with dynamite about it.
Novel, it gets buggy. But I made a decision. To let the sound repetitions crawl out like a “bug” in the system, they saturate in some way, every 5 to 10 paragraphs occurs one. Repetition usual goes to a foursy.
It gets to “too much” stage. When show up too close to each other. Need room to breathe. Those I have to root around — either spell out or drag across lines… dragging a trill across edges of thought spaced out in like a bliss list (also fist in the) mist…
And start to pick away at it, in variations…
So the novel has them all over. But dynamite still helps me to “take it down” to a place where it can be infested ingested and deeply rooted… Where its at.
Airs are rooted — I dont have think of them as rootless anymore, or even burned at the roots, not really - not anymore. Pulled up by the roots —
Tho not leaving out anything f can.
I can pick up a rhyme, farther down, over two stack, esp if its in a trill. Yeats up my nose….
In Labor
Book requires so much as everyone says!! labor serious labor to finish a fucking book and send it out. I am attempting to be as workmanlike as I can. Like drawing for money….
Accept methodology of effort as beat at meat till the bugs are out. I dont know. That thing about writing in poetic largesssss is truculent and insane, partially — loose and flux and desperate and meaningful — are actuary spiders crawling out of the drain pipes.
Spider and crocodiles are writer fevers, the kind that sink into animal tendernesses and hunger. As structures in the finder —Finder is the grinder!
I use Nick to keep those conceding to destiny of it for itself even, stable, and also nose to grind and grind away. With complete comp pose sure. Its organ as well as its grinder with monkey.. out of rollers and the Becks…. every animal is free to fly into my eye and mythic too as freeloaders — living in the language.
I can only get so much work done in a day and stressing about it isn’t going to help me stay strong.
Spell v Spill v Spool
In the beginning chapters I am spelling it out.
Feels like it needs it. Then as goes on begins to start building in sublime rhyme time as interchanges between aspects that drops back into poetic largess —
Then tightens around it?!
Around section 11, one of the sections, tips into something new, thats full on rim bowing in terms, not sounds like him, its a simplicity in the narrative thats been well, codified — and yet free wheeling, and because the language has already been introduced via usage!!!!
Licking shakes toes… with the Joyce Mama.
Uses rhyme as a lingering integrating functionary —
And have chapters differentiating between these things as its build.
DOWN FOR THE COUNT!