washed up like a salty white bitch.
how do they make them now...
in this life, I'm already so wasted,
and still spewing
~ Merely Ruffles
Gary and I had a crisis, and one of the ways we dealt with it was to write a blog to each other. The material of the blog was therefore ‘natural’ ‘expressive’ language. I used a random poem generator program to generate thirty pages of stuff from the language on that blog.
1) an improved schedule at Pratt, so I can have more freedom
2) better pedagogical conditions here by far
3) the quality of conversation & community in NY
4) not wanting the reified isolation of being a gaijin again
5) love for and responsibility to for those here (BF, cats, friends, parents, poets)
6) the job in Tokyo was only a five-year fixed term contract, after which I'd be gypsified again whether I wanted to be or not
7) this city is not the most beautiful, but there's something about its semitic/expressive character that suits me and my writing
8) I'll be able now to spend totally appreciative time in Japan without giving up all that I have here, including an office window that looks out on a sculpture garden! I just feel really lucky. Going would have been truly wrenching, and I've had enough of that sort of thing over the past couple of years.
1) Write something: don’t worry about line breaks.
2) Include lists of objects
3) Include some impressions of that hypnotic interior space
4) focus on colorful language, however you might interpret that
1) Work with The Book of Revelation.
2) Inject other texts into it…
3) …with an eye to punctuation used inventively…especially dashes.