wherein we entertain the notions of a creature embroiled in sorting multiple identities. is she a mother? a poet? a performer? an organizer? or is she simply the product of a feminist movement in which women dreamt that simultaneously singing opera, tap-dancing, spinning plates, spouting rhetoric and solving algorithms was liberation. here are the rough drafts.
Monday, October 21, 2013
New Experiments / Return to Origin
This year has been an amazing journey. Artistically, it has ben a return to my young aesthetic roots. Only this time, technology is within reach. My job is to dance on the learning curve.
So, I've been making poems which look like what my journal used to look like before I stopped writing on paper.