Because it’s March 16th, following a large blizzard, and because Bernadette Mayer showed up on my Twitter feed today, one of the poems that continues to inspire me:
Things that I have completed:
It’s a question that he asks, too. It could become a real question for test tube babies to ask themselves should we ever get to that point in cloning, creating a potential existential crisis in future generations. Right now, it acts as a hypothetical, something that doesn’t need to be answered (do we have souls, either? There’s no way of actually knowing, but depending on our upbringing, we’re asked to believe that yes, we do), or if it does, it’s something that we can approach from the relatively safety of thinking about literature. Does Superboy have a soul? Does Frankenstein’s monster?
It can provide a lot of comfort to only have to think about things in abstract.
I haven’t gone on a walk in a while.
expecting standard X-Men fare.
- My back pain is back with a vengeance (like, limited mobility vengeance).
- Crying at all is the worst emotional display and I don’t even feel good after I’ve done it, just totally depleted.
This is a post about a trend on Tumblr dot com, a blue occasional hellscape. Specifically, it’s about a stylistic trend I’ve noticed in typed styles that I started to articulate and then didn’t feel like doing further via my phone. So, here it is now.