Totally into these Taped Faces.
Making the everyday strange.
Totally into these Taped Faces.
Making the everyday strange.
When I wrote my poetry thesis, it felt like everyone else was writing about Greek mythology, getting drunk at house parties, and repressed childhood memories.
Now I can’t go anywhere without seeing a themed journal about magic and astrology. Or, perhaps stranger, at the Lucky Funeral reading in Asheville a few weeks back, JD Scott read Tarot poems from his new chapbook. Themes included the moon, herbal teas & tinctures, cats lounging in apartments, and the ocean.
Freaky. Did I will these magical poetics to me in my thesis stress? Or were they there all along, floating beside me like algae?
It just started snowing. My iPhone weather app is such a liar.
How do I apply for jobs in a city that I’ve never visited? I have to rely so heavily upon the internet and the integrity of the two-page document by which potential employers may gauge my abilities. I feel uneasy about leaving anything up to others, but are my resume and cover letter others? Or digital extensions of myself?
For the purposes of finding a cool job, I will imagine that they are the latter.