Blink if you understand this.
I think “Blink if you understand this.” will be the title of my piece or tag line on my postcard, probably both. I would have loved to call the piece six legs and no money for shoes, but I really can’t justify it as much.
I’m very pumped about shifting how I am approaching this piece, which is why I decided to type this post directly instead of handwriting it first like I usually do. A bit of a change and a slightly scary one at that.
For staying connected, I am going to practice like crazy and neaten up the ending so it makes more sense than to just me, as in I will be slightly more direct about it.
For the field, I am going to break apart all four segments and count them as different ones. The first part needs some words added to indicate that the “you” I am talking about is actually me and not someone else. The second part needs to be directed more, somehow indicating the talking/rambling/have no idea what I am saying type feeling and also to reflect career expo. The third one I have no idea about. I like the rules but don’t like them at the same time. If it is seen in more of a context of talking with myself, then perhaps it will sit better. Then I should probably add some personal reflection on the rules themselves and possibly remove lasaw from the equation. The fourth part I rather like at this point with lasaw being a stand-in for all the things I couldn’t possibly know about this interaction because two people are involved.
Also, as much as I would love to have a song in this piece somewhere, I’m not sure yet how the rap is going to fit into all of this. I might need something else or to give it major revisions.
In addition, during the critique, when talking about feeling it, I was reminded of a piece I wrote some time ago that I might be able to include with this new set of work as well. I only read this piece in front of a group of about 15 other people, so it should be rather fresh to everyone else. I dedicate this to my cousin.
I am the most boring person you have ever met
because by nightfall I am gone
mask on to save the world
swinging from skyscraper to skyscraper
with the webs I shoot from my arms
to grasp on to my reality
to my fantasy
that in five hours of silence
awkward silence
your ramblings
sentences that trrrraaaaiiiillll on
will go back to Oregon
saving my secret identity.
