Wednesday, June 25, 2014

june 25

the miserable french language and her mafia cousins haunted my dreams. the poetry came out as prose and the self identification section represents a greater lean toward prosody in chunks of logical lay out and poetry in gaping blank space formula. you have to carefully pick your words and you do so quickly. lexicon is large for the poems but rather choked lexique in france where the wine and castles spiral up out of the vosges and jura mountains, the water shining and glimmering fair along the coastlines outside the grape wrath reach. It is a pipe dream mystery.

I am taking summer courses for the first time in my life. Aside from Berklee School of Music songwriting classes. Both in Boston for a week and online in the comfort of the purple luxury chair in the open ended 'computer room' before the invention of the lap top invaded my life and my music and my writing. These songwriting classes sparked and stifled my creative energy and I did not participate gleefully. I wanted to break through borders without knowing where they stood. The Germans called the mountains a natural border but the French said it was the river. They pushed and pulled until both influences scatter the landscape and a unique Alsace culture is born between two mothers.

Poetry, with the summer time lisp knee surgery limp hairless professor who loves form and dances in the rhythmic blues of the perfect meter. I must learn the rules to know how to deliberately break them. Such is learning about creativity in a classroom across the board. There are rules to follow and follow and then, left alone at night in your room, you can push out from them and explore uncharted terrain or foreign maps of countries, or short stories about a disappearing fisherman, or the frozen lake and melts in an instant and leaves a gaping void. The stories could become a novel. The novel makes no money. The environment still suffers. World ends. Leave out words. Taste aperitif. Assume the exaggerated accent so then the language begins to feel more natural and comfortable when using it in a non-academic setting.

did you count your words

does your lexicon glower