Work. A heat wave. Culling real-time papers and sorting through story bits. Collage. An article in The New York Times.“It’s not a ‘stream of consciousness’ Gregory Hickok says. This registers because of what he calls the rhythmical aspect to attention. Case in point? After reading octosyllabic poetry, everything ‘flows’ in eight beats: words, movements (even washing dishes? yep.)
Not much time to spend on any of this right now. No further time to delve into the close to three thousand pages of the Norton Anthology of American Literature, as I did last night. However, just as I’m about to put the book aside now, I open at random. A poem called Uncle’s First Rabbit by Lorna Dee Cervantes beckons. Stick a marker in the book and get showered, dressed, fed, and out the door.