RC01 is a collection of first mints; notebook scans affected for the digital. In-hand, it’s a chapbook, iterations of an exercise in making things with frequency. I tried to take a page every day and put down ten lines, paired with a sketch of wherever I was, whatever I was looking at. Sometimes, though, you put a book down, pick another one up, leave loose pages hanging around or make things happen in the screen. The pages of RC01 ended up months apart, the book itself weathered after two years. I had left it in beach bags, taken it in my jacket when it rained, set it in grass. It morphed and reshaped itself into this opportunity to think about new ways of presenting and experiencing poetry.

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So, some ideas start coming through: I want to put some poetry out (having been published in a few journals, but only done proper releases for things like music and visual pieces). I have this so-called manuscript of about 120 pages where I periodically dump poems from the past couple months, and have been compiling and revisiting pieces there for four years. Realistically, it’ll never see the light of day.

I know the sketchbook will be easier on my heart to let go, and also want to take it somewhere else, figure out something more to do to it. Meanwhile, I’m getting increasingly sicker of gambling on jpgs--it’s time to shill my own. The pages get ran through the scanner.

“Front cover” and “Back cover” initiate that something more. It’s only after the covers sell that the 20 poem-sketch-pages on the inside get released. That is, the book must first be opened. When everything’s out, the physical chapbook will be available for shipping to anyone who holds both covers + one of the poems inside. The book includes poems and drawings that didn’t make it into the NFT collection (as it should).

I stumble onto this release plan and feel good about finding a way to put a value on my work; feel good about this exercise in bringing creative writing to “the space,” a practice which really is not a thing… yet. I feel even better about what this exercise forced me to do with work that I thought was finished.

RC01 is a collection of first mints; notebook scans affected for the digital. In-hand, it’s a chapbook, iterations of an exercise in making things with frequency. I tried to take a page every day and put down ten lines, paired with a sketch of wherever I was, whatever I was looking at. Sometimes, though, you put a book down, pick another one up, leave loose pages hanging around or make things happen in the screen. The pages of RC01 ended up months apart, the book itself weathered after two years. I had left it in beach bags, taken it in my jacket when it rained, set it in grass. It morphed and reshaped itself into this opportunity to think about new ways of presenting and experiencing poetry.

ethereum://0xc6c0890F8b4BF3151D004561278d322F122168De/1

So, some ideas start coming through: I want to put some poetry out (having been published in a few journals, but only done proper releases for things like music and visual pieces). I have this so-called manuscript of about 120 pages where I periodically dump poems from the past couple months, and have been compiling and revisiting pieces there for four years. Realistically, it’ll never see the light of day.

I know the sketchbook will be easier on my heart to let go, and also want to take it somewhere else, figure out something more to do to it. Meanwhile, I’m getting increasingly sicker of gambling on jpgs--it’s time to shill my own. The pages get ran through the scanner.

“Front cover” and “Back cover” initiate that something more. It’s only after the covers sell that the 20 poem-sketch-pages on the inside get released. That is, the book must first be opened. When everything’s out, the physical chapbook will be available for shipping to anyone who holds both covers + one of the poems inside. The book includes poems and drawings that didn’t make it into the NFT collection (as it should).

I stumble onto this release plan and feel good about finding a way to put a value on my work; feel good about this exercise in bringing creative writing to “the space,” a practice which really is not a thing… yet. I feel even better about what this exercise forced me to do with work that I thought was finished.