Saturday, June 21, 2008

what i have been doing with my day.










these photos were taken in real time. i did not move any of the objects to make the picture 'better' or more 'appealing'. that is why the photos are not very interesting. it was a relaxing morning after i started to ignore certain emotions that were prevalent earlier in the morning and during this past week.

my mom and sister left after visiting me for six days and didn't know what to say to them. i feel like i bored them and that they will think less of me now. when they were here, i tried several times to shift my state of mind into one of 'fun' or 'excitement' or 'acceptance' but mostly i felt 'enclosed'. when i said goodbye to them i felt detached from human love and crushed by the expectations of human relationships.

i listened to three albums that i really liked while sewing chapbooks
  • Poisonous Times by The Old Haunts
  • Every Night by Saturday Looks Good To Me
  • Hold On Now, Youngster by Los Campesinos!
and the overall effect was good, but at some points during the SLGTM and Los Campesinos albums, i felt crushed by the expectations of simultaneously being a music fan and someone who aspires to make music: if i am going to make music, it has to be this good or no one will care or at least i will not care. i feel the same way sometimes when i am writing. people can find things to read that they like without me putting things into the world, or they can find things that they like more than what i would put into the world, so i don't know what the point is.

this is fucked up, i know, because that is sort of why i want to make chapbooks. i feel like there are certain people, maybe like Chuck Stebelton, who are motivated to write interesting and good things and to be a 'serious' poet, people who think about their poetics and what they write and read a lot and 'apply' what they read to their own work. i think this is what makes good writers, maybe. i don't know. but some of those people are not motivated to sit down for hours and wax thread and thread needles and stitch chapbooks together and send them out in the mail to people and blog about said chapbooks so more people know about them. i am motivated to do those tasks so people can read good things that they otherwise might not have read. i am part of a process that makes things available to readers that would not have been available without 'me', i am just not writing them, i guess. it is, maybe, hypocritical. it just comes down to me not liking my own writing in comparison to other people's.

3 comments:

kari f. said...

i think people make or write the things that they need to see in the world. and when other people enjoy the things that the makers needed to make it becomes fulfilling or rewarding.

mlx said...

Hey Rob,

If possible, mail me boxes of the unfinished chapbooks and I would be happy to thread them this summer (starting now). Just let me know what to do.

Mary Lee

Judy said...

Me too, I don't like my own writing in comparison to other people's. Why should I? I mean, what comes out of my head is familiar, whereas what other people write is not familiar, so more interesting.

And thank you for threading all those chapbooks. Maybe next time you can have a threading chapbook party and we can all, as some Buddhist say, gain merit together.