[I am trying to reply to this and am not sure how to words, so, um, <3 -- and let's see how we go.]
-- I love that you write poems about poems; I love that we live in a world where that's a thing you can do, where you can make the precursors and referents explicit, because it is so beautiful that this is... an actual thing. Here is the thing it reminds me of: Verse Kraken. I have the first issue in physical form: to stay as true as possible to its intended shape, it's a small cardboard box filled with... pieces, for you to lay out and arrange and put together as it calls to you, so the order is your own and the calling likewise.
The sandbox - I... almost want to write the story in which the illicit trade in neologisms is a thing that happens. -- and oh, oh, but that slips easily into place next to something else, a short story trying to be written, for The Earthquake Peddler - I am not sure how they fit, yet, but I can feel them wanting to, with words having power, earth-shattering power, to rearrange the world around us - yes.
I -- you. You. You're amazing and inspiring and you make me feel as though it's okay to dare to dream, and I don't think I am ever going to be able to tell you what that poem did to - for - me that night in December (it didn't make things alright, but it... made them just a little better), but - I think you know what I mean even if I can't find the words, and thank you. I -- feel sometimes as though I will be enriched if I manage to reflect only a little of your light, and here you shine myself back at me. <3
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-- I love that you write poems about poems; I love that we live in a world where that's a thing you can do, where you can make the precursors and referents explicit, because it is so beautiful that this is... an actual thing. Here is the thing it reminds me of: Verse Kraken. I have the first issue in physical form: to stay as true as possible to its intended shape, it's a small cardboard box filled with... pieces, for you to lay out and arrange and put together as it calls to you, so the order is your own and the calling likewise.
The sandbox - I... almost want to write the story in which the illicit trade in neologisms is a thing that happens. -- and oh, oh, but that slips easily into place next to something else, a short story trying to be written, for The Earthquake Peddler - I am not sure how they fit, yet, but I can feel them wanting to, with words having power, earth-shattering power, to rearrange the world around us - yes.
I -- you. You. You're amazing and inspiring and you make me feel as though it's okay to dare to dream, and I don't think I am ever going to be able to tell you what that poem did to - for - me that night in December (it didn't make things alright, but it... made them just a little better), but - I think you know what I mean even if I can't find the words, and thank you. I -- feel sometimes as though I will be enriched if I manage to reflect only a little of your light, and here you shine myself back at me. <3