"The Locket" is what happens 46 days into a tobacco withdrawal when you
go into places in your head you forgot were there and discover new
ones. It's what happens to me when I get bored with my writing and
figure it's worth a small experiment in something I can't quite name or
define. Some days, even outright failure is better than the SOS. Now,
none of this yak makes the product any better or worse, it just does an
"In the beginning" thing to explain the origins of the garden or the car
wreck, whichever it is. I've never tried an experiment with "Tis
here/this here/tis gone" before so maybe "The Locket" is a first.
This was not fun, fast, or easy. I wrote part of it at work, ran into a
wall, brought it home, then sat with it. To set a mood for myself I had
to go back to a piece of music I haven't listened to since I was writing
in 1996, "The Firebird's Pleading" from the Stravinsky ballet. It's as
I remembered it, exquisite (hey, one of my 1957 schoolroom words
again!), and that made it possible for me to read the thing as a
continuum, change what *I* felt was messy, prune words and whole lines,
and reorder where I had to. I hate being my first audience. I never
applaud.
Ken
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