The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man

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Why did I sign up for a race again?

I dreamt last night that I was exploring the jungle with a photographer whose blog I read. Once free of the thick underbrush, we emerged onto a vast African plain. It was cool, early in the morning but the hot sun was already burning steam from little pockets of dew. We chased a pack of antelope and separated one from the herd that we subsequently chased down as it turned slowly into a small, pale boy with black bowl-cut hair, suspenders and boxy orthopedic shoes. We caught him and I woke up to my robot alarm.

This is what happens when I go to bed with anxiety over signing up for a race after having read some Bukowski poetry and said blog.

In semi-related news, I've been reading poetry again which also catalyzes such bizarre image coalescence. It is, also, making me want to write more as well as edit many of the books I've already written.

I need another project this year like I need new running sneaker.

New Jersey this weekend? I. Don't. Wanna.

How do you consume poetry or other short, creative works?

I don't.
I read them one piece at a time, mulling them over between.
I read them en-mass stopping only to consider ones that speak to me.
I read poetry and/or short story collections as other books - straight through.


Who is your favorite writer? You should specify why in the comments.

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