Journey to the Edge of Rhyme
To Thine Own Self Be True
Paint not Faint
Drawing writing and heading into summer. yeah.
I paint in the summer. and I have a new set oils got for Christmas that work with water. Paintings I want to do are slightly abstract simplifications where, even primarily, after sketch is worked out, its about exploring color, lines and shapes as itself a gesture, for the “living” as Vincent might say.
Journey to the Edge of Rhyme
Meanwhile novel, is sitting right on top of the journey it is for me —
To write this novel has been its own journey — engaged specifically with how to address treachery and beauty found resiliently in the language, how to get inside of it, let it out from inside me, and being ruthless? enough to seek out shakes etc for facility? Recognize and employ and alloy.
I know I am a flower girl to a certain extent, coming up out of a kind of kinship for Burroughs aggression… for language breaking into that vortex as he does on the visual…
Occurring out of a shocking loss at his own hands - overhanging with enchantment at its mortal terror.
So what then?
Its good to be religiously engaged by one’s own writing. As miracle of breadth. Which means, letting shine in.
Yes Cioran lets shine in, at what he is doing… In his journals he talks endlessly about how he arrives at what he does light dark raging even, rampantly at the diligent and the absurd.
Square in the Dare
Sometimes with other writers I think of my presence, dutifully and deliberately - as a pin cushion, to be pirated is to be engaged with as a breadth of air in the fair in the square in the dare….
And how useful pin cushions are, for keeping pins. To use as elevations to detail, the math, the muse, the intimacy, pin ups, donkey, fondling the drill…
Conceptually it is a share in Shakespeare’s Monkey, down in that well, everybody’s there. Along with the nonsensical in dubious relief.
Yeats: Micheal Row Your Boat
Started on to Next book of Yeats poems — he is changing again.
He has adopted chars, Michael Robarte and the Dancer, at least in the first few poems, and is doing a twosie, still completely embraced inside the meta as indirecting itself in toward metaphysical meaning, between a he and a she.
Where through poetic license, gathers alternately into stanzas between he and she, loose rhythmic stanzas of argument and lament. Full on, mauling the druidic cartography!