Letter to My Cousin Kay In Four Acts - Noaa Rienecker



I.

CHAPTER NEXT,

Inwhichourherofallsinloveandnearlysavesthedaybutendsuponthewrongsideoftown,fallspreyto
VICEandSINbutisrescuedatthelastmomentbyTHEGRACEOFGODandanunlikelycharacterwhosestorywillbedivulgedlateron

II.

What if I just
        Threw paint at a wall?
What then?

Would it be art eventually?


...am I interesting yet?


III.

Why write something down?

What’s worth writing down?

A way of saying YES

THIS

Is what there is.

Sometimes you write for how you feel,
Sometimes you write for practice,
Sometimes you write without looking,
Sometimes you write real slow. 
IV.

The question often occurs to me -
Who’s looking?

Damn, is that a big question,
Go ahead, ask yourself what it means.
Is it “who’s the reader”?

The audience?

Is it “whose face do you see reading this shit?”

Who’s looking at you

The way you’re imagining?

Are they?

Who’s looking at the thoughts transmuting feelings and wonderings to english?

Who’s looking at the pen scratch on paper?

Who’s looking at how profound it all sounds?

Who’s looking at the question?

Who’s looking for an answer?

Who’s looking?

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