August 5, 2016 § Leave a comment
it all started as a blank piece of gray paper about 12 x 18 which we worked on over the course of a year or so back and forth
August 5, 2016 § 4 Comments
we’d been talking, about the magical mystery tour of projects, (hers a short story, mine a book of poems) talking about, parsing, that which we do and don’t have grasp of, never mind control over, and how for all that we know, and plan, and conspire, and plead borrow gerry rig and mander we don’t know anything really until we start, and of course, we never really know until it’s all over what we may or may not have wrought
and I was talking about how this time I made a conscious decision ahead of time to include the along the ways, to incorporate the side trips because it all really happens in the moments, in the times we inhabit, and because telling the story changes the story is the story
like, having maybe not typoed but in fact misspelled necessarily, (although it’s not unheard of for an ‘a’ to have ended up in the e compartment and the damned italics are impossibly small to see, and not to put it in the lap of the proofreader either because dimly I remember it having been pointed out, and I’m guessing I never made the correction, leaving it really then also smack in the lap of the printer, and the moment), and it being brought to full bear and bare when I was crowing about how the last typos are always found in the distributing and I’d not found one yet, and as it would happen looking at a page I was showing them, Brooke, as only she does in singular (as in a single response) fashion, turned red bursting with sputter&laughter exclaimed ohmygod!, I found one! And by god, she had. necassarily. ha!
and how as I was figuring out what to do with it, which didn’t include ‘fixing’ it or calling it a ‘mistake’ there had come into view (as a result of a visit to the rare books collection at sfsu) the manicula, or bishop’s fist, which I will use to proudly point to that very momentary lapse or interruption of order
and then, mentioning Emily Dickinson and how everyone always wanted to correct or rework her handwritten manuscripts to fit some preconceived or post conceived or misconceived idea of the right and wrong of it all she started talking about the “censorship of printing” and I thought of tyranny and chaos