Would like to collaborate with someone or with other writers out there
in doing a writing project, or a poem, maybe collage with this theme:
Lines For Your Horoscope.
Frank O’Hara did: Lines For the Fortune Cookies, so that’s already taken.
I was thinking of making it one long poem with new versions of the symbols
for each sign you are born under.
Could be a lot of fun. Would love to brain storm with others.
yeah, I don’t know, like maybe I write something and you pick it apart and
create something new, or I write a paragraph, then you write a paragraph,
or I start a sentence, and you finish it. I was thinking of the horoscope
being based on contemporary relationship issues,
but not sure. It can anything.
hard for me to decipher some of what you said, but yeah I agree, more naturally occurring.
We did séances as kids, tried raising dead bodies, funny and weird stuff. I created most of it,
and it was all girls that did it. I’ll tell ya more sometime if you’re interested. We also did burnt offerings
in our garbage can in our dorm room, which was a lounge, I was a lounge lizard, and these hilarious
and strange things I got a lot of them going on. Somewhere there’s pictures.
My next comment on here is what I started today. Not sure the right direction, or what I had in mind. Feel free to add to it, or change it.
Lines for your Horoscope
by Sheri/
When you are reborn, you will be wearing your old first sign just for luck, but you can’t go back to your old house or your old boyfriend or your old school.
When you are reborn, there was no womb, there is no beginning, placed in a different time and place, you will grow wings that may have been broken in your first life.
When you are reborn, your new month will be your eyes, your new number will be your mouth, your new stone will be your ears, and your new future will be your nose.
the weird thing about that building we were in doing those séances,
my family moved out,
and the next family that moved in, the young boy, David,
was dying of cancer.
you are so smart, wunderdunk.
I like taking what might be similar and making it different creatively,
or take two things alike in all of us, and how we perceive,
and interchange them. I make things big, small. Things small, big.
And ususally compare or contrast while I’m writing,
or with two ideas becoming the same. My friends who know my writing,
say I make wild connections.
girl in my neighborhood, best friend, despite my father saying she’s not a good friend,
we were born on the same day, in the same hospital, only hours apart.
She was my spirit sister in the séances we had, and brought a lot to it.
hmmm, more focused though, if they ever call me split mind, I’ll puke.
kids playing outside, calling me, writing my manifesto, thought it was so great,
telling them I’ll be right there, no time for any of it,
meds correct, and they don’t stop, if you are determined enough.