We’re diving into maps and mapping in CLMOOC this month for a Pop-Up Make Cycle, and I was remembering a poem I had written about mapping. I had to dig around for it, and then read my own reflections that I had written the poem after taking care of my son who was sick with fever, and watching him push and pull at his blankets. The blanket was a map, I had imagined, and this poem came from there. To be honest, I now have trouble connecting the poem to that memory. But I think the poem stands on its own, particularly in this digital format, with images and text and music.
Peace (beyond the lines),
Kevin
That drum track is beating in my skull. Loves it. And the long-lat cartesian stuff, too, with all its latent absurdity. Not your absurdity but rather the idea of capturing abstraction with x’s and y’s.
antispami-woofwoofwoof: dogged pi What do you call a determined coconut creme? A dogged pi.
I started to google Dog Pie and then realized, it might show pies made out of dogs, so I stopped ..
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