about Pham... Julie, that is
First off, the blog: lurancyvennum.blogspot.com Next off, the information: she is collaborating with me on a new chapbook. I have known her for quite a long time and she has put up with my weirdness - matching it with her own eccentricities occasionally - and I am quite surprised and delighted to know someone like her... principally because she is not against knowing me. The chapbook we are working on has to do with shirt-tucking and either the reasons for it or the actions after such. Tentatively, there will be a few final results coming from the foundation but one water leakage is taking the form of a series of poems of vignettes... like a small-town-tucker-girl-roaming-free-and-weird in her community. Many of the first poems for the first book have less to do with shirt-tucking than one might expect... except for how she does appear in a tucked-in outfit on each picture-page. Right now, I am too busy making noodles with tofu to do anything else in the form of a ta-da-it's-here completion but hopefully within the next couple of months there will be availability of the first book for whoever would like it (as long as they meet certain criteria).
She goes by Jooley (and I now seem to sometimes go by Gerstie) and she's a good writer of her own. Maybe she will send you - for instance - her poem entitled Oxidizer (I think a number was in the title but I'm too lazy to look it up). There are other things that she has written which made me think I wrote them and they were written during a time when nobody could figure out what I was doing. Even though her interpretations about the work weren't exactly what I had intended when writing them, but that's okay. I totally misinterpreted James Joyce and now I can write like him. (I hear you snickering!) Anyway - and parenthetically - I sometimes didn't really mean much of anything when I wrote stuff so the fact that Julie found meaning in some of it actually made me laugh because I have spent much of my time dodging the academic viewpoint as brought about by many university people... even though they are who I am writing for. I guess I'm like the drug-dealer who wants to give stuff to the druggies without using it myself... except in this case the drug is critical analysis. Actually, and in all honesty, she wouldn't have caught on to what I did if she was a fuddy-duddy.
I once wrote a poem called "I Remember Us" which was not COMPLETELY aimed towards her... but I guess I figured she would think about the POSSIBILITY and that was PROBABLY why I wrote it and I am STUPIDLY mentioning it now. Anyway, she wrote a companion piece called "I Remember You" and the two poems dealt with two people holding hands and walking on the beach (or at least mine did and hers was more surreal and [maybe] took place somewhere else). I guess I'm mentioning this because I feel good working on this new project with someone who is more than just a "model" but is a co-conspirator in art who trusts and respects my craft as much as I trust and respect hers. I have sometimes wondered how I would get along with the population in the area where she lives but that is because I sometimes think about how I would like to be someone other than myself (like Hugh Hefner or Pierce Brosnan) and I would also like to know what it would be like to live in a small town where there are very few things except for maybe a bicycle store, a place to buy sacks of beans and about twenty women who think I'm great.
I would not ordinarily go on and on about her but she wrote about me in her blog so I figured I would wink in return.
She goes by Jooley (and I now seem to sometimes go by Gerstie) and she's a good writer of her own. Maybe she will send you - for instance - her poem entitled Oxidizer (I think a number was in the title but I'm too lazy to look it up). There are other things that she has written which made me think I wrote them and they were written during a time when nobody could figure out what I was doing. Even though her interpretations about the work weren't exactly what I had intended when writing them, but that's okay. I totally misinterpreted James Joyce and now I can write like him. (I hear you snickering!) Anyway - and parenthetically - I sometimes didn't really mean much of anything when I wrote stuff so the fact that Julie found meaning in some of it actually made me laugh because I have spent much of my time dodging the academic viewpoint as brought about by many university people... even though they are who I am writing for. I guess I'm like the drug-dealer who wants to give stuff to the druggies without using it myself... except in this case the drug is critical analysis. Actually, and in all honesty, she wouldn't have caught on to what I did if she was a fuddy-duddy.
I once wrote a poem called "I Remember Us" which was not COMPLETELY aimed towards her... but I guess I figured she would think about the POSSIBILITY and that was PROBABLY why I wrote it and I am STUPIDLY mentioning it now. Anyway, she wrote a companion piece called "I Remember You" and the two poems dealt with two people holding hands and walking on the beach (or at least mine did and hers was more surreal and [maybe] took place somewhere else). I guess I'm mentioning this because I feel good working on this new project with someone who is more than just a "model" but is a co-conspirator in art who trusts and respects my craft as much as I trust and respect hers. I have sometimes wondered how I would get along with the population in the area where she lives but that is because I sometimes think about how I would like to be someone other than myself (like Hugh Hefner or Pierce Brosnan) and I would also like to know what it would be like to live in a small town where there are very few things except for maybe a bicycle store, a place to buy sacks of beans and about twenty women who think I'm great.
I would not ordinarily go on and on about her but she wrote about me in her blog so I figured I would wink in return.
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