dulcetly...notes on a bookish life

One subject that obsesses me (and I should say seems to obsess me since I do not necessarily do it consciously) is the idea of transformation and monstrosity. In past projects, this has translated into projects about circus women, about Renaissance dog women, about Greek myths of sirens and daughters turned into deer. The last couple days of last week and over the weekend, I finished off the small sea-inspired series I had moved briskly through to something like a completion point at slightly more than a dozen poems and turned my hand and heart and head to something I had been playing with in my fauxtography experiments from last year that proved, or seemed likely to, provide fertile ground for poems. When the world seems slipping out from under my control, lately the writing seems to calm me (or at least give me something to look forward that is less an obligation or "work" in the usual sense and more a daily bout of play). So the past three days  I've been exploring th...