This week, I wanted to explore what kind of text could lend itself to this kind of random / “nonsensical” rearrangement without just feeling silly. I looked over my poetry section of my bookshelf and was immediately drawn to my favorite — Marie Howe’s “What the Living Do”, where she writes about her brother’s death from AIDS. That book never fails to nail down exactly what I believe about life and death, that it’s all found in the little details from each present moment, and I felt I could adapt the typical poem structure in the book and use randomness to highlight what the book has to say about grief.
