I was working on this during the first round of loss. I somehow finished it afterwards.
I’ve lost the original Illustrator version. Hopefully one of these years I’ll have enough money to have the hard-drive recovered, but I doubt if I ever will. So much art gone. Oh well, I’ve lost everything else anyway, so whatever.
On March 25, I performed at the Kitchen Sync open mic in Denton, TX. The poets in attendance were very welcoming, kind, and talented. I had a blast, and I was on fire.
I'm planning on going back this month, but I'm in Oklahoma City…yeah, weird. Even weirder, I got cast in a couple small bit roles in a community theatre production of The Laramie Project. I'm very excited, I've always wanted to do theatre and here I go, weee! It's a six-to-eight week obligation and so I may not be able to make it down, but I'll try, there's something special happening in Denton.
Here's an approximation of the introduction I performed (I improvised a lot). I'm not sure if it's through, but I suspect it is. I feel good about it.
Hello, I’m Franklyn Monk
The one that disappeared a little after every defeat and
slunk down into that hole
where I turned in and around myself
and popped out the other side
The undoing unbeing before you
as convincing as I am
illusionary. I don’t exist!
Except maybe as a ball of calm in a sea of chaos
or a knot of chaos in a sea of calm.
I can’t tell.
The only thing I know with certitude
is I have a voice,
and I like to use it.