to be sorted later #2
in which I'm accidentally losing it & finding it again
I recently ripped a poem out of my New York Times Magazine because I enjoyed it so much and didn’t want to accidently lose it. Naturally, I almost immediately got it mixed in with my to-collage materials. I keep finding it again by accident at least once a week, and I suppose that’s better than accidentally losing it altogether.
I’ve got it now, the ripped-up page next to me, the tab open in front of me. The poem is “What if We Call This Tenderness” by Sampson Starkweather. I think I’ll keep slipping it back in my to-collage pile, if only to randomly delight myself with lines like “either way they are after me” and “I take it wizard-level” and wonder what would happen if I actually call that number listed within its lines.
“Sampson, it’s me, Alison. [INSERT SOMETHING TENDER]”
Sampson! Starkweather! What a name. I love it.
I’m not going to call.
You’re one of my 13 readers, so you read the first edition of this and know what we’re up to over here, right? Great!
the aforementioned poem.
the start of more collage ideas. I’m unsure if this is actually the start of something, here, or more accurately what the inside of my brain looks like, currently:
We’ll see. Both things can be true!
this new Kevin Drew album, & specifically, this song and video:
and finally, this Toni Morrison piece I revisit whenever I need a reminder. (I needed a reminder.)
“I have worked for all sorts of people since then, geniuses and morons, quick-witted and dull, bighearted and narrow. I’ve had many kinds of jobs, but since that conversation with my father I have never considered the level of labor to be the measure of myself, and I have never placed the security of a job above the value of home.” ♦
That’s it. See you next time.
previously:
to be sorted later #1
Back in my sophomore years of blogging, when I was a copywriter at Groupon and would come home to my cats Layla and Mufasa (may they rest in peace), a little red-eyed from a day under fluorescent lights, bloated from drinking too many of the free cans of La Croix, I started a series I called