Who am I? Well one obviously knows my name, if one has managed to read this far and if one is willing to read further, let us assume, for my sake; that I am a well taught madman. It is peculiar being asked to summarize an abstraction, for the summary shall define the abstraction only momentarily. I am thin air as I am typing, I shall be a puff of fart by tonight; pixie dust in the morning.
Clearly, I am a poet. Shamelessly so.
I am pursuing a Masters of Fine Arts at the Architectural Association Interprofessional Studio (AAIS) where I define and constantly redefine what being a poet and a dramaturg is to me.
My sense of self is determined by my poetry.
It is a causality. I am cause I write, I write cause I am. It’s a vicious little shit-show.
I got one thing. I would not have played, a game of cat and mouse with my own sociability, unless I had something, anything; that one thing that keeps me south of normal. Writing.
