Tropico Line, Portuguese Projects, Wordle
Making peace with myself and allowing change to bathe me
Hey! I’ve been writing a lot of things in Portuguese lately. My friend
and I are writing a book together and that’s all we can say for now.Things are changing. I’m changing.
I’m thinking of not using a pseudonym anymore, since I haven’t wore foundation on my skin or dyed my hair in years. I don’t like my name very much, but it is what it is.
Oh! There’s
, our online (soon to-be print) magazine. We are very happy with the submissions popping up. If you have something you’d like to share, send it to us!Alright, about the Wordle project. I’ve decided to write a poem to every 2022 wordle I found inspiring.
The month of January:
Jan 10 - #205 - QUERY I put myself through this query: that the word comes first and the word will speak. In the morning, sounds of horns and songs of birds, synchronised like an experimental sound computers make on their own. Apart from all there was me in another query with words to write the lyrics to that cacophony. And on top of it, I turned a very loud fan on. --- Jan 11 - #206 - DRINK Some days form little sips Some weeks are a gulp Some months give y o u the hic cups Some years evaporate when you drink the Wine you were supposed to use in the Madeira Sauce for a lonely Christmas Flesh of Jesus Bloody Mary --- Jan 12 - #207 - FAVOR All the scenery, all the glance that allow me to be the protagonist All the furniture, the pen, the paper unruled sheet because I chose it to not be. The glass of water, the coaster which motif’s a Chinese traditional painting, the little vintage boxes with little clips and dismissed post-its; the ink in the pen, the lines I chose not, the florid travel journal, the writing desk and no quilt. No enigma. All being alright with allowing me to be on my own, now. Line everyone else and the stuff of their scenery: starring role to my own minuteness. --- Jan 15 - #210 - PANIC There are eyes on me mine have noticed them and they’re on There are mouths like mine that shut before mine some kiss mine all bad then There are legs like mine, that run more than mine a skin like mine that can withstand heat without burning _I just wish I could photosynthesis awareness_ There are breasts that are two not like mine better than mine firmer than mine and I don’t even know who or why it’s on the billboard it’s on the advertisement online --- Jan 16 - #211 - SOLAR The awakening is but the to kill the bed and the memory the queen of the night the telescope hopes to move to somewhere else with many moons to inspire the memory on the skin the queen not die to save the king a view of the life we had --- Jan 19 - #214 - POINT When I start to talk, I hardly ever have a structure: my sense of architecture is rather basic. But once the axis is found, there’s a line being traced both ways, there are commas falling the in the right places and even the rhythm being imperfect and amateur, the point will be made. --- Jan 29 - #224 - COULD I could write a poem on every day in January but January is a essay. We essay on how to make our resolutions work or how to dodge our minds from our failure if they ultimately don’t. I _could_ write a poem on every day in February. --- Jan 31 - #226 - LIGHT I don’t know what came first, the light or the eyes or whether the light made the eyes or the eyes created the light. The irony is the light can blind the eyes and gravity forces us to stick our chins to our chest, look down on the floor not to trip, and wonder if there was a couple of eyes who created the light that went through the prisma and made colours just for kicks. Or if the light was a force of nature like the pre- Titans and made the eyes her daughters that won’t look up to her.
I plan on finishing this by the 31st. I’ll probably share it as an ebook here.
I hope you’re having a nice December.
Love,
L
I had a childhood bestfriend with your name, it’s funny how things work, as if I had refound a lost treasure, I’m so happy for everything we’ve been doing ❤️