The Hamlet Project

Omg
This is the guy I want to see
He’s going to prove this all wrong
And make it all better.
Phshew
I wipe my hand across my brow
For the man come to save the day
Or the night – I don’t know how.
Dang
I’m glad he could finally make it
Up here where you cut the fear
With a knife
Hey Horatio- what’s up?
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As I encounter this text however many months later – later after typing it, later after inching my way to the next bit of blog, I wonder if I can really post what was honestly written the day I wrestled with a line. This line, for instance. Looking at this now, I find myself cringing, thinking “Ah, yes. This is what I mean when I think that some of this project will be garbage. “ I wonder – could I just rewrite this bit? I could pretend, in the sequence of exploration that I got somewhere more compelling, made something more interesting that day. But I didn’t. And the only new thing I have to say now is this bit of qualification. Somehow, though, being true to the crap one writes feels almost more important than the good stuff. So – this will stand. For now.