Song + Speech / Failed Writings
In trying for coherence, I make lists overflowing with annotations, piles of note cards, 53 pages of nonsense, and tuneless renditions. I wrangle reading, writing, songs, scraps, too little and too much education, or education in all of the wrong things to try to make sense. Piles form and all of in the shuffling of absurdity, stupidity, chance and failure, I loosen the girdles and allow loose ends to flap around. I make space and find narrative for difficult emotions and tangential thoughts. And in these piles, I make moments of possibility, intimacy, and surprising reprieve.