Everybody does indeed want to be validated through "official publication"--I want it desperately myself sometimes. But I am afraid I am going to have to be my own "artist trading card" in life--Topps is not going to put my face on a Poet Card like Mickey Mantle had.
Thus self-empowered, I did two of my 4 nervousness.org poetry exchanges. I am so happy that 4 people took up my exchange from yesterday. One was ab, the woman from the Netherlands who sent me a charming dark-tinged postcardx thing a few months ago.
I'll send her "Choice Regretted", which I posted in LJ and now sits in memory. I wrote a new poem for "susie" on nervousness.org. Maybe I should start my own distance learning school---The Academy of Hasty Poetry. I could offer degrees based on words per minute.
Let me tell you, I can badly decorate an envelope. One has several green vines crayoned on the front, along with pictures of DNA, a red faced man, and atoms on the back. The other has a picture of my face on it, even plainer than my own plain, middle aged face, and thistles and weeds simply sketched on the back. I have learned from outsider artists that you eliminate all misunderstanding of what you are literally drawing by labeling everything. This allows all the misunderstanding to take place on the metaphoric level. But hey, life changes...babelfish.com is actually trying to run a corporation now, and I had to use google to find a Dutch-English machine translator!
I want to pull my projects into shape, get more work done at work, and be a production dynamo! As I edit this, an e mail arrives to offer me vitality, which is a much more credible offer than anatomical alteration or miraculous investments in failed companies, my usual spam fare. scottm, I've got my next few weekends clear, and we have vibrations, rattles and hums to record! What's your schedule?