It is November 1st and the official start of NaNoWriMo. Is anyone taking the plunge this year? Let me know, because I would love to follow your progress. The month long writing challenge is on my 101 things to do in 1001 days list (which you can follow right here by the way.) Since I am not even close to 100% health wise, I decided to leave myself out this year. Words seem to be pieces I cannot fit together, or can I?
Last weekend, I planned to make art with this song from intergalactic lovers kind of wishing around in my head. What came up from within me was not imagery, so much as words from a broken past. I'm working on a new zine about this past. More specifically, a past relationship. My reasoning of that world I used to perpetuate, and that person I used to try to be, never makes much sense. And who am I kidding? That is just the way I always want it to be.
Here is a work in progress excerpt of perpend. The art cards are from a collage series I did last year.
first off and kindly,
it is rather impossible to write without your knife inside of me, and I am fairly certain you knew of this when you decided to take it away.
the timeline is now, forever and then.
there were so many plastic bags
flying around yesterday. a bag
stuck to a tree pretending to be
a flag. a bag creeping across
the pavement pretending to be
a snake. bags being birds. or
they could have been bombs.
you cannot really tell what is
going on till it actually