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April 1: I'm writing this entry yesterday around 6 in the evening. I thought I'd be productive today but woke up around midnight with a headache. A couple of wakenings with the headache still there, though not horribly, I took some pills for it. It was still there in the morning, so I took some aspirin, four hours later repeating the dose, which finished off the headache. Not before it had given me an excuse not to be productive, though. In between and after two more naps, though, I got started on my "An Attempt to Sell Out to the Poetry Establishment," or "Sell-Out Mathemaku," for short, as I think I'll call it when referring to it here, although I don't think I'll keep the title for the finished product. Below is a fragment of one result of my efforts:
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It's part of what's going to be my quotient--the full word "language," or maybe just a part of it, extending out of the border the poem will have. This was a late idea of mine that I was inspired to by one of the descriptions of ideas I had in the folder I went through the other day and thought had nothing of value in it. The device of a word materializing out of a border is from a poem of R. Prost's, though I don't know if it was original with him. Anyway, I like the idea of language as something coming out of an elsewhere as an answer to one of my long divisions.
It took me well over an hour to make at Paint Shop, because I'm still not deft with Paint Shop, and maybe because the aspirins slowed me down a bit, and/or the headache while I had it and/or whatever was causing the headache, which I no doubt still have. It needs yet more work--for instance, I want the outlines of the letters to have the same thickness as the borders. I hope to try to finish it tonight, but doubt I will. I's powerful wore out.
I made my divisor, dividend and dividend shed, too--in one swoop (not sure whether it was a fell swoop or not). It was just two words that I won't reveal so as to keep the poem unpublished enough to be eligible for submission to Mr. Huth. I consider the text-out-of-border idea almost creative. I had two other ideas I think as near to being creative ones for the poem, too. So I'm nuch less down on it than I was. Still, it'd be nice to come up with some kind of break-out poem.
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