So many projects this morning, my head is full. Reading the THE COMPLETE STORIES OF TRUMAN CAPOTE which I must soon return to Clark College library.
A collection of my selected poems altered from third and first person to second person "you" entitled THE WORLD OUTSIDE MYSELF or ... OUTSIDE MY HEAD.
At least two stories I want to alter from first person narrator to a third person point of view or an omniscient pov.
Finish the rewrites of stories for collection into a book MANY VOICES, ONE HEAD.
Create a very sotto voce symphony based on the silent communication and states of people texting or Facebooking. Of course, I can't write music, but I see all these people in my head silently staring at screens in the middle of noisy confusion and how a symphonic passage expressing that situation might sound. Is this because wife and I have bought season tickets to VSO the past three seasons?
Start and finish another poem for my poetry book UP YOUR ASS that might begin with:
The word came through on Facebook that Ray is dead at 84.
His prostate cancer finally took him away.
You feel certain you're not going to live much longer yourself.
Why is that you wonder? It's raining today, a fitting state...
the world coming down to celebrate your state of mind....
et cetera and something along those lines but made more poetic by arrangement and stress.
Ah...where to begin? Decided to work on the rewrite of another story for the collection of fiction MANY VOICES, ONE HEAD.
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