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31 August 2004. With this entry, I finish catching up with my August 2004 entries, so I thought it appropriate to write it about the following sketches:
The top one I scribbled on August 19, six days after the hurricane. I was pleased to have done it, for it was the first poem I'd sketched since the hurricane struck. I also thought it was pretty terrific, and still think it has possibilities. The dividend represents boyhood, in all its wild adventure-seeking whirl. I guess the divisor is clutter, perhaps regimented and tight. The quotient probably occurred to me because I had just worked up a new board game based on Parcheesi, so was still had such games on my mind. "RoWM" is a pun on "Rome" and "roam." I don't know what I meant by "ti," except that it's from "do re me."
The sketch I did 23 August is, obviously, incomplete. All I can remember is that I liked the idea of an Italian autumn having conjectures. I don't expect to make a mathemaku of this but will probably use the Italian autumn image.
The last one came to me because I decided I should do a series of homages to painters, and paintings, I especially liked. The Macke water color this one is a tribute to is below. It is approximately equal to "there" squared. The latter exactly equals someing having to do with "find."
I wasn't literary for several weeks after the hurricane, except for a few minutes three or four times. Oddly, I reverted to where I was in my thirties. My two main creative interests then were plays and board games. I invented quite an elaborate seawar game that I had thoughts of manufacturing (having decided not to send it to Milton Bradley because I didn't trust them, or to Parker Brothers, because I knew they'd reject it). Needless to say, I never did. During that period, I wrote most of my plays. One I wrote for high school performance I pulled out while sitting in my unair-conditioned house for want of anything else to do. I knew it needed some revision, and was in the mood to fool with it. Arborations is its name. It's about a girl who turns into a Christmas tree. Well, I found it didn't need all that much work. It only took me a couple of days to have what I think is a good final draft of it.
Encouraged by that, I revised another play of mine, one I wrote five or ten years ago, Rabbit Stew. I got it done, too. Who knows what I'll do with it. It's absurdist and extremely politically incorrect and profane. The other I hope to get some opinions on from people at my high school.
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