another poetry idea

Just a few more notes… apparently laying the burdens down improves volubility in the blog…

Besides the

poems about place

I want to write extremely truncated novels or screenplays. In lieu of writing a full length novel or screenplay of course, which is just never going to happen. Plus my favorite types of ideas are just too odd to be developed into a full length story, unless it’s science fiction which is not French enough for moi.

Rough beginning from my journal:

Evie’s father is trying to teach her to write poetry. He is compiling a Dictionary of Cliché and uses it to instruct her. When the lessons are over, he retreats into an unsavory trance. He has corrupted the muses. There is medication involved.

She has a job within a large institution like Save the Children. She does good works like a nun. He mines her for clichés when she comes home.

She meets Um. Somewhere liminal and foglike. In a dream. He is vivid, but she can’t take much of him. The relationship in the home becomes strained.

Um is inarticulate. That’s the joke.