[A bumblebee sunning itself on one of our steps, after presumably being drenched in a recent thunderstorm.]
The particular insanity has sublimated into my life and become indistinguishable from the general insanity which permeates society like background radiation or herpes.
Reading
Having finished The City and the City, I am now focused on Frantz Fanon‘s The Wretched of the Earth during the day, and Richard Brautigan‘s Trout Fishing in America in the evening. I finished Trout Fishing in America, which is the first of three volumes in my only book of Brautigan. Next up therein is the poetry collection The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster. After that is his surrealist text In Watermelon Sugar.
The first poem in The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster is “All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace”. I think we can safely say at this point that the machines watching over us are doing so with neither love nor grace.
Writing
I have so far this month written around seven poems and poem fragments, which is outstanding considering *gestures at the world*.
Weekly Writing Prompt
Subject: Dreams, Addiction
Setting: Labyrinth
Genre: Horror
Listening
“Butterfly Wings” by Machines of Loving Grace, from their 1993 album Concentration. Seemed appropriate.