the bone palace
The past couple days have found me stuck on the latest play script, at the end of Act I, which is about usually where I've been getting stuck. It's turning into a mystery, almost, and I am not sure I want it to go in that direction. I am the writer, after all, you would think what I say goes. But then again--many poem projects have gone in entirely different ways than intended, so maybe I should let the writing wander as it may. I will return in a couple of days and see if its working better or if I can find a way to make it so.
In the meantime, I have been writing some early bits to a newish project, the bone palace, which was meant to accompany a set of fun fauxtographs I made up a couple years back. The images are proving a ripe and fertile space for building stories around and within them. The project as it starts feels very similar to errata, which was just a little chap of borrowed formats, something which I love doing in the midst of other kinds of projects. But the narrative feels sharper here and less collage-like, though its structure s actually very collage-like. Journal entries are beginning to form the backbone of it--something to add to. Poemish things in the forms of indexes and glossaries, catalogs and archeological surveys. I'm thinking it will be more prose than poems combined with the images. It's turning out delightfully creepy and I am loving the results. I have always felt that writing in more technical or scientific language gets me out of my own voice, which pervades so many projects (and sometimes not in a good way.) Writing errata I've always felt broke something free in me in the fall of 2004/early 2005 that led to looser and less glossy writing thereafter (many of the poems included in IN THE BIRD MUSEUM, my second book, align with this.
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