Something Resembling an Introduction

Greetings:

Boy, this poem could define "revision" and "work-in-progress."

This poem started initially as a bunch of scribblings at a club in San Francisco. I was at a point where I was beginning to see closure in one part of my life, and through a blurred understanding I began to notice clarity.

From those scribblings I began piecing together fragments of previous poems -- certain lines, thoughts and ideas. Poems that, in some instances, had been around a very long time. Then a new chapter in my life began and I noticed renewal. From that point of renewal, I began adding to the fragmented scribblings and created this concept in the sequence of poems represented here.

As you can imagine, unity has been my primary goal and obstacle. I want it to be fragmented because that captures the essence (I hate that fucking word) of what I am going for. But I still haven't smoothed it out in way that makes me happy, and this is still too choppy for how I envision it.

So understand this is the current form and that this has taken many forms and will take many more forms. This poem definitely breathes and I can see myself working on this forever. It lives and changes as I do.

For some reason this is my favorite poem. There are lines I like. Transitions I like. Emotions I like. Etc. But there are also plenty of things I don't like and think needs work. But this poem speaks to a very raw and curious part of me. Its organic and shifting nature and shape captivate me as a writer, and I am honestly not interested in creating its final form.

Thus, this might be similar to the old cliche "a face only a mother could love" because I am not sure if it is suited for readership and critical eyes. Not sure if this vision can exist outside my own eyes and thoughts.

But here it is. If you can make sense of it, I hope you enjoy it.

Cheers
~vince