Jeff,
I was reading journal the other day and found this awesome free write that you titled "Looking for my Bird Dog." Much like your workshop piece, "Typewriter," this piece just reeks of insanely cool language and employs this really interesting Ginsbergian "off-the-cuff-ness"throughout. Lines like "brown clouds jump the city;" "floating under the bamboo stick/ I am hunting for better days;" "the sunlamp turns and my synthetic/ slide closes to reveal men in gloves moving a mulberry bush." "plastic lies down everywhere and i am still looking for home." I get the impression through the emphasis of " hunting for better days" and "i am still looking for home" that the speaker, though all of this action is constantly churning around him, is kind of lonely. I like this free write and the bizarre connections it makes, I just wonder what could happen if you played up or worked within a certain tonality, like the one I mentioned above for example. It could make for a really compelling piece, more so than it already is. I really enjoy your work.
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