The following is the first section of an extensive poem-making that I’ve been working at for some time now. I will release some of its sections over the following weeks. I would love commentary, critique, this pseudo-confessional area is not one that I feel confident in, and is difficult work for me. An attempt to be open to tunneled and tunneling desires and dreams, presuppositions and perspectives that I’ve formed and have been formed in me…in shaping this particular way of being in/toward/with the world. Thank you for caring enough to read, and in advance to the generosity that would involve your commenting/responses.
The Engineer of Himself: A Poem
“Thinking is willing you are wild
to the weave not to material itself”
“a new music of verse stretching out into the future…”
I have tried to tell this story time…
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