NEEDLING

The book I want to make – write – I want it to be dysfunctional. Disjunction. I want it to be put together, pieced together like a puzzle which was never a puzzle to start with. Pieces together seemingly random-like attachments... not necessarily from the same whole. Pieces of different wholes to make a new whole. Titles for example of sections placed in the middle of the book without a section following it for which the title was destined. BEER SONGS FOR THE LONELY. Starting with a small prose piece. VACUUM DANCE. And continuing with different poems related or not to each other. And then moving back into another prose piece, except this time it’s a journal entry. Unrelated. But there needs to be some sort of logic. I need to find the perfect logic in relation to this book. All the pieces exist all ready. I have them spread about all over the place, I just need to pick them out from the shit in which they currently live. To pick out the necessary pieces! BANALITIES. In a large vat of brew fermenting for the last ten years of head hitting against the brick walls.