dbqp: visualizing poetics: August 2014

An Amphora

something about the day after yesterday

something about that

something about having had it before

something about not knowing what to do

something about carnivores

something about the sound sliding under the door

something about loss

something about adventure at a price

something about reality

something about the heaviness of gravity

something about desire

something about the mandragora, the mandrake, the root

something about hoping for something

something about something slipping through your fingers

something about paralysis

something about arcs

something about the seven deadly sins

something about the four horsemen of the apocalypse

something about Eve in Eden

something about carousing before dark

something about my words

something about the escape of breath

someth

Aug

A Father Writes about His Daughter's First e-Novella, or XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Maybe it is that I think every book is a roman à clef, and every character within it is a character from real life. Or maybe I think every book is a roman fleuve, and the story within each extends for volumes, even if sometimes from outside the pages of the book itself.

Or maybe it is that I re-experience, within the words my daughter has written, parts of our life, because the only stories we can tell are our own.

dbqp: visualizing poetics

visual poetry, the textual imagination, and personal experience

An Amphora

A Father Writes about His Daughter's First e-Novella, or XOXOXOXOXOXOXO