i've had a muddled mind with spots of clarity. For the past three years I was in purgatory. I made my purgatory. I'm coming out. I need English in my life. I need the mirrors of community. But mostly I need English to create.
Writing is clarity. But it is damn messy. It is not always clear what is clear and what is clear might turn out to be muddy and vice versa. A faux poetics. Slow it down. Noun clusters speed it up. Gerunds rock. Prog rock poetics. Orchestral movements in the dark.
Thinking in frames. Thinking in sentences. Thinking in tenses. Thinking thinking thinking. Dot Dot Dot.