Saturday, July 22, 2006
This is my rifle, this is my draft
The spark for this one came out of Harvey Hix's Poetry West workshop a couple months ago. He mentioned the Tinbergen experiment with goose-shapes and hawk-shapes on baby chickens, and something in that clicked with another poem I was grinding into the ground (the only parts of which remaining are the cuneiform bit and the knife-to-rifle progression idea). After a lot of throwing things at walls, here's the result.


