An old friend found this in a chapbook I sent to him…this is probably 1990ish? I’m guessing. I’m not sure what zine this was published in, but I’m pretty sure I said those words. It seems like a really long time ago. I keep looking at the stack of Lorri Jackson books on my bookshelves and thinking maybe it’s time to finally publish Scat. I was scared to publish it right after she died, because I didn’t like all of the bullshit controversy about her death. I wanted her words to stand on their own, and not be the words of a tragic dead poet. I don’t know, though. She might have liked that.

Regardless, I’m doing a lot of thinking about these little projects I used to do. At this stage in my life, I feel like I am overly focused on my career and not focused enough on anything else in my life that enriches me. I’m sure more compromise could be made to make room for more self-expression (and the aiding and abetting of others’ self-expression.)