Speaking of which, my stocks of meat are dwindling. Got something to trade? Don't? Whatever. Give me an address and I will send some meat in your direction.
Need more convincing? Try out some more meat over at Big Game.
New people are still being added to the links list every day. Hooray for NaPoWriMo!
I may become the first person in the world to go into debt because of an inability to stop purchasing Dover clip art books.
Here's my piece of NaPoWriMo art:
Not sure about the letters . . . something more Victorian, perhaps? Suggest a font, any font . . .
This is in response to Lorraine's invitation to talk about the new narrative. And not as a reaction to language poetry.
I don't know enough about language poetry to react to it. I only react to myself.
But I am narratively-driven. Not lyric-driven or experiment-driven, although I can incorporate those elements into my poems. In daytime, I am a lawyer, and so I am a word-fascist. I am about using words to persuade, command, to tell.
I don't want to "derange your senses." I want to fucking take them over.
I want to tell you the stories that I am always telling myself. And I want you to believe them. I want to tell them in such a way that you don't even realize you're being told. I want to be a psy-ops story machine.
I'll tell stories in pieces. Backwards. I'll leave out the ending. Or the middle. You'll figure it out. It was what you were born to do. It's all you do.
I'll sew in little pieces that will connect off of other pieces, I'll circle back; I'll make echoes that could be meaning, that evolve from nothing into something.
So let's be human. Let's edit one another's minds. I'll start.
Yet more adventurers have been added to the sidebar.
And we've got something more . . . cute little NaPoWriMo buttons! Have a big pink mole one, or a sleek little pixelly one! Thanks to S.B. and Ivy for their image-savvy ways!
Today I took a picture of every type of flower I saw on my way from my house to the metro. Here are all the flowers, in alphabetical order, or as near as I can come to it, given that I don't know the names of some of them . . .
Somewhat unfocused forsythia!
Phlox! On the rocks!
Unidentified unfocused purple thing!
Hooray for all the many flowers. Spring makes me happy. Yay.
Anyone got a good tarragon-exploiting recipe? I bought a three-inch tarragon plant about a month ago and now have a jungle's worth of tarragon. The plant obviously really liked the conditions I subjected it to, but I'm afraid that if I let this go on much longer, it will start devouring small pieces of furniture and wayward pets. Basically, I must eat it before it eats me. Ideas?
The list of NaPoWriMo participants' links over on the side bar is ever expanding . . .
My poems for Day Two are up over here.
Today, you should beware of ravaging dinosaurs. Rawr!