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authorCase Duckworth2015-03-01 18:18:41 -0700
committerCase Duckworth2015-03-01 18:18:41 -0700
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Add two more poems
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2title: A hard game
3genre: verse
4
5project:
6 title: Autocento of the breakfast table
7 css: autocento
8...
9
10You think building Hoggle's a hard game? \
11You know bunk. Writing a ghazal's a hard game.
12
13Let's meet in a place where words & fabric play--- \
14but not plastic words. Boggle's a hard game.
15
16A cookout where we can hash our differences \
17over steak, though making it sizzle's a hard game.
18
19Let's go to a brothel, rub shoulders with bare \
20shoulders, or a bar. Being wastrel's a hard game.
21
22Maybe we could switch professions, you and I, \
23you write the poems, I'll puppet Fozzie - a hard game.
24
25When you call me, you never say my name. \
26Creativity's a hose---checking the nozzle's a hard game.
diff --git a/src/real-writer.txt b/src/real-writer.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..12c2170 --- /dev/null +++ b/src/real-writer.txt
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1---
2title: A real writer
3genre: verse
4
5project:
6 title: Autocento of the breakfast table
7 css: autocento
8...
9
10Sometimes I feel as though I am not a real writer. \
11I don't smoke. I don't wake up early but I don't sleep \
12all day either. I find myself increasingly interested \
13in dumb luck. Chance: I've found two dimes in as many \
14days. Does this mean I've found twenty lucky pennies? \
15I want you to participate. You the reader. You, \
16the probabilistic god of my dreams. I've been having \
17strange dreams lately. I don't remember them but \
18they leave impressions. A bare foot. A tunnel \
19of hair from her face to mine. A boat stranded \
20in a living-room. Something warm. Something like the sun \
21through my eyelids. A hand, with all its dead symbology. \
22My teeth have fallen out. No, you pulled them out \
23with your hands, threw them over your left shoulder \
24like salt, to wish away bad luck. I have something \
25to tell you: bad luck follows like a dog. It lets you \
26get ahead for a few days, a week, a year. You'll see, \
27it'll bite your sleeping face when you're not looking. \
28I've been dreaming about the future, I know. In my dream \
29I am not a writer, I live in a place with rain. You \
30are sunning yourself as you read this, on a beach or \
31maybe a desert. Let me move in with you. I can cook \
32or clean or take care of your dog while you're out. \
33I'll never have to write again. I'll watch television. \
34Do I want to become a writer? Tell me. Should I smoke? \
35I can sleep all day in your attic if you want, become \
36your god, lose my own, settle to the bottom of the bed \
37like a boat in a river, dream about nothing but furniture.