I’m fairly certain I’m capable of many forms of sabotage. I may have decided, months ago, the proper course for my life was not to take an unlively job—full time or part time—simply to make ends meet. My ends have always met; they are not meeting as well now. They are frayed a bit & get more tired than not about having a schedule that invokes more than one existential crisis per week. (My capacity for dramatization only increases with the increase of things present that seems dramatic). That’s over now, and I’ve sent some cover letters accompanied by all the proper application forms and supplemental material. Sometimes, I’ll even generate an automatic response via email. More often than not, I see nothing as a result.
When I was in school I had great external pressure telling me what was due when, what was best to pursue, what not best to pursue. A chemist asked me last week what is the value in taking in something if it has no truth to it? He meant, clearly, fiction or poetry. He wanted to understand his daughter, too. I couldn’t make that possible over lunch. I couldn’t say much beyond defending the value of language in giving us an account of some part of the human condition (poetry’s power to highlight this inside a single word through the use of many words strung together) or humans’ potential for destructive or reconstructive acts (fiction’s power).
Why did the newspaper go tabloid?
“…get on with it, keep moving, keep in, speed, the nerves, their speed, the perceptions, theirs, the acts, the split second acts, the whole business…” –Charles Olson
It all seems to jibe with where I am now: Sending out my manuscript, tinkering with it, swapping out old stuff with new stuff, and germinating the seeds of a new and totally separate manuscript. It's been a messy, messy process, not unlike the messy, messy weather we've been experiencing here in Seattle. Slushy, gritty, muddy and moist. Nothing clean or clear cut about it.
Musings on the travails of three Montana MFA graduates. Faced with the unsettling future(s) of to-be-determinedism, we seek plans, jobs, and constant distractions. We hope to share the above in all of its uncensored glory here. For you.
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