Poetry

Okay, so this is the first piece of poetry I’ve written since 2004, plus it’s just a fragmentary draft.

Actually I was trying to work on something about Cossacks and Pechenegs, but I just wasn’t feeling it. It was too smarmy and pedantic. Anyways, this is gonna be incomprehensible to anyone who isn’t familiar with the geography and history of Honolulu. See if anyone can hazard a guess!

King and University

Beneath where the cinema was
Hollowed limestone and stagnant air
Sit above water, the pylons laid decades before
To shore up the visage of Doris Day
Are the home of wide eyed mullet, and secreted bones of people who
Regaled at stories of the resonant stones of the gods and
The only exchange between worlds was when a line would drop
Down a hole to haul
A fish out shocked to see
Light for the first and last time.

 

NaNoWriMo Update

Up to about 3,500ish words now. I’m far behind, but I don’t care. I’m writing. I’m fucking writing and I want to keep writing. As it is, I’m finding out I only have enough energy to do about 500-800 words on a work night, and that I can’t write for beans when the sun is up, for whatever reason, rather irritatting since most of my leisure time is in the mornings, and I simply am not the type to pull all nighters and keep sane. I figure I need to be physically spent in order to really write well. Light and a brand new day just makes me too energetic and unfocused to write well. These discoveries are worthwhile to me.

Also, I’d like to thank all those who encouraged me when I was feeling a bit alone. It really meant a lot. (Yes, a rather gooshy notion for someone who regularly reads Roissy’s comment list, but what I can I say. I really don’t give a shit about appearing vulnerable online. Getting into schoolyard and beachside brawls in my younger years really put a lot of perspective into me about the chest-beating of anonymous handles on the web.) Enough digression. Thank you all. I may not finish this year, but already the trip has been worth it. I’m not going to stop after the month ends. I’m going to keep plodding along till this thing is done, and then when it’s done, I start the next one, and so on.

Did I even mention what I’m writing about? I’m writing about an alternate history Vinland. (Well it’s a stage, at least.) Now to sleep. It’s an 11 hour day tomorrow. Gotta love Japan’s unpaid overtime, yes?

Hey, Patrick! If you’re reading this, what’s your word count so far?