I think I am too impatient to be crafty. Like today, for instance, I got the regular dishwashing soap out of the cupboard instead of the dishwasher dishwashing soap, and I seriously considered just using that, rather than putting it away and getting the right soap out. To save time. Really.Today I went to the Fine Arts Library, and I saw lots of familiar artists' books and lots of other ones I'd never seen before, and I remembered that old feeling of wanting to make artists' books, too, but I just can't do it. Because I do not want to go out and get a ruler. Or other tools. I can't do things that require a lot of instruments. Or steps.
One of the familiar books I saw, High Tension by Philip Zimmerman, is all about symptoms and supposed remedies for extreme stress. The weird thing is that the last time I saw it (in grad school), I thought it was funny. But I had almost all of the symptoms last year, which, today, made me feel stupid.
Also, I am bad at being consistent, so knitting is out of the question.
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i think we should all become bakers. we can bake artists' cakes with delicious scraps of words in them that taste like the words, so they'll be like taste-poems. so if we put in the word "pencil," or "marmoset," our artists cake would taste like that. it's just like jelly bellys really.
Or those Harry Potter jelly beans. Except the whole cake tastes like whatever we want, so if you get "fallen leaf," then you've got a whole beautiful well-frosted cake that no one wants to eat. Perfect.
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