I had a phase in which I wrote a lot of poetry. By that, I sort of mean that I believed in it as a way to experience and create and play. Some of this is included below. These days, that mode of existence mostly feels incoherent to me. I remember perceiving it slipping away over the course of the first year of grad school and being pretty confused. I’m not really wedded to anything I’ve written here so don’t confuse it for identity.
Pre-Matrix Existence in Berkeley, California
And Then God Said, Let There Be Rain
I lick my lips and write with my tongue