I am drowning in theory, but here. Does this count as a break? Do a reading response journal and a theoretical paper on Sontag's erotics of art count as creativity for the day? Yes, I suppose, but I'm not talking about them because well yes. I have to email them within the hour.

The 'academic' portion of my semester will close this week and I will be, like Loretta, in chapbook land (and also distributing soon--L, we should trade). I adore printing, deplore typesetting. I will live at the studio tomorrow. Not a bad place to be. But the chapbook is an excerpt from what seems to be becoming my thesis, a series of untitled prose poems that are quite dependant on one another.

I will likely spend much time over coffee binding books during the break. But I have an extensive pile of books waiting for me, which you will hear all about over the next 6 weeks or so. And I am dying to make some art--I'm not exactly a visual artist, but I play one frequently. I have some empty canvases or canvases that need to be covered over and wires that need to be bend and ribbon that needs something. My walls are irritating me and I want to make pretty things.

So, since I have been painstakingly staring at this poetry while making the chapbook, here is the last spread--not of the collection (at least as it stands now) but of the chapbook, yes.

Envelopes into a wooden box under the desk, having given up on letters they do not bother to read. A child removes his right shoe, throws it at the wall and it becomes clear. She leaves the room to lie in her bed.

Oneday I do not believe in instead. There are things we have done and will not talk about and things we talk about that we have not done. I put them in the same pile.