3/19/2023 quality varies depending on dose
Critical Assays 3/19/2023, Con/Jur/d I didn’t get it wrong not right, per se not wrong either an essay is a Working out of a particular idea Assays are a Wearing, like a skin, intimate and dangerous without instrumentalization When I’d just left home a college freshman, filled with self-deprecating vim and vigor I had a big dream, big because remember it’s 40 years later, and THE FULL MOON RISES he’d always had a touch of Lunacy, rising in the dream over the endless pines, dotted with small towns, he could feel it transform him, Lycanthropy not a child’s obsession a self-cannibalizing impulse, eating everything away a lie of old flesh continues They chase me becomes we pitchforks and torches tools for locking us into the first person singular Trapped forever in I At a certain threshold maybe a death, maybe a breakup or the Sun crosses an invisible line, sudden Spring shimmer as real as pollinated air, or the slant of light across porch slats Age shows we were always we an amalgam of compounds unchanging, and yet in constant flux you and I like this.
Warming up to Poetry Month — not all of it will be ready for public viewing — I don’t see y’all as public — Y’all will have to put up with few not ‘ready yet’ or ‘to be scrapyarded pieces.’ Although I’ve never been diagnosed as bipolar I’m sympathetic enough to be a little overwhelmed by this album by Manic Focus:
Dis(Re)connect with reality
Honoured to glimpse at the raw stuff.