life rx 1 mar 24
rabbit rabbit
four of cups, and a line from Anaïs Duplan’s BLACKSPACE: On the Poetics of an Afrofuture: “a
film is preparatory
one prepares
and the process is
tied to it in creation and in outcome”
the aleatory
It begins elsewhere. It begins in dirt, in a blue room, in a scratch on the glass. It begins under the wheel of a carriage. Someone putting out a plate of toast. Nothing, nothing, nothing, and then the next thing (no thing). I always like to think that they can see something about me when they read poems. One winter, I wrote all of my poems to the parsley plant which my mother had given me to give my boyfriend, who didn’t want it. (Next thing, ex thing.) When I moved away from Iowa I gave it away to a girl who promised to take care of it, but I never heard word again, and never asked. It could still be alive in Iowa, or almost dead in the winter ground, or gone to seed in the window of a Coralville apartment. Or left behind, which pains me to think. (Though of course I also committed this sin myself.) None of those poems survived.
the assignment
What performance have you been preparing for this week, knowingly or not? Perform it, and begin rehearsing something new.
writing prompt
On one side of the line: things that got lost. On the other, something that was wrong with every apartment or house you ever lived in.
a chune
“must be the heat,” TM EYE
credits: small spells tarot deck by Rachel Howe
BLACKSPACE: On the Poetics of an Afrofuture by Anaïs Duplan
“must be the heat” by TM EYE
Dear diary, writing fiction is difficult because letting bad things happen to people is difficult. That, and making pensées into street fights at a funeral. x Sarah