While working this morning on editing MURDER DEATH RESURRECTION:
KINTSUKUROI: Proofing Poetry
Hermit your way to brewing up poetry and you go to unexpected places. For this, you murdered 27 poetry books — the condition precedent to a particular resurrection. No community awaits at the end. But you know dark figures lurk in the background, who will peel themselves from shadows to approach the strange light of a resurrected book. It first will appear as a bonfire, but they will shoot their hands forward to grasp the flames. When you lift your writing hand from this foretelling, you notice your fingers change to talons. You rip a hole in the paper and dive into it. On the other side, Poetry. It first appears as a bird of prey with eyes afire. It becomes you flying back through the hole to sit back at your desk. You continue proofing the manuscript. Everytime you turn a page, ash rises from the buckling words. As they float away, they leave behind feathers the color of ink and bathed in the perfume of plumeria.