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Introduction

I took the line, ďany form, any style,Ē to its limit by working on a novel. I am a poet. I never wanted to write a novel.  In fact, in a recent letter to Paul Nelson I mentioned that most of my prose writings end up as fragments.  I believe I havenít finished a piece of prose writing since my last work on a newspaper back in the mid Ď80s.

Even now I do not want to write a novel but the story of The Pack got stuck in my head. I used to have both waking and sleeping dreams about it when I went to bed.  I want to finish the story to get it out of my mind. I tried to keep it to a short story but it was too long. With luck it will only get to be a novella.

3:15 gave me a chance to really devote myself to the novel, since I had to write every night. I did drop in a couple of nights of poetry, because some ideas are too good to pass up. As a confession, I work a graveyard shift four nights a week. I am also pressing the concept of consciousness to its limit by writing when I am normally awake. This was good and bad. The good part being that I never had to get up out of bed to write. The bad part being that I could only write on my 20 minute break, which is not much time to devote to a long work. Even on my nights off, I maintain a graveyard schedule and I limited myself to 20 minutes per session.

This was a good experience. I regret that this will be my only chance to take part.

Introduction

This is the space for introducing the poems that follow.  It is not really Day 0 for me since I wrote my final 2006, 3:15 poem almost 5 months ago.  Still, cutting and pasting the poems onto the website makes them seem fresh and new, as if I had just written them the night before.  

I cheat my way through this experiment because I work graveyard shifts and generally live at nightóno setting the alarm for me, I am already awake!  I believe my contribution to the state of consciousness is that of working mind changing to creative mind.

My biggest limitation is being confined to spending only 20 minutes, the length of my final work break, on writing for most of the nights.  In this and certain other regards I envy the poets that do have to wake up and write.  They are free to write as much or as little as they choose.  I also envy that they are coming out of a dream state, which seems a lot more creative than downshifting from directing custodians to letting my consciousness expand into deeper thought.  In this sense I tried to rely on the English Romantic notion of spots in time brought forth during a moment of calm.  

I think about the various places I chose to write the poems, my favorite being the childrenís courtyard at the Eugene Public Library.  Now I have drifted into the 3:15 zone and having crossed that magical time barrier, I could write about the poems I wrote but I say on with the poetry!  

Introduction

August 1, 2007 12:30 a.m.

          Iíve just come out of the shower after not bathing for two and a half days.  That is probably more information than most of you want to know.  I waited so long to shower because I really wanted to start this 3:15 clean.
          Now I must come clean with all of you.  I do not set an alarm to wake up at 3:15, I set an alarm to stop whatever I am doing and write at 3:15.  Tonight I will be washing dishes at 3:15.  My cell phone alarm will ring, I will stop washing dishes, I will return to this journal, and I will write something.
          I try not to call what I write poems anymore, I call them pieces.  I suppose as the writer I can call my pieces whatever I want, but whatever form they take, I choose to call them pieces.

          There is a word often associated with the 3:15 experimentóhypnogogic.  What does this work mean, aside from the obvious reference to sleep denoted by the prefix hypno?  I donít know.  Perhaps I would know if I held an M.F.A.  Perhaps I would know if my unabridged dictionary of the English language was truly unabridged.
          The bottom line is that for most people involved the experiment is about dragging yourself out of sleep to write then falling back asleep.  For me it is about stopping an activity, writing for at least 20 minutes (the length of my final break at work) then returning to that activity.  
          I think this year I will make a note each day of what I was doing when I stopped to write.  No note indicates that I was actually sleeping.  

September 10, 2007 2:30 p.m.

          I am finally sitting down to type up my pieces from this yearís experiment.  I thought I would take the time to make a few additional notes before I get started.

          I spent much of August on vacation this year, which means I actually had to wake up at 3:15 many more times than usual.  I got a good glimpse into what many other participants deal with, such as angry spouses, deciding where to write to minimize impact on the rest of the family and so on.  For some pretentious reason, I have decided to add commentary in parentheses following each piece.  I hope these are helpful.  

Introduction

Halfway through August my shift changed from graveyard to swing.  Many would see this as a positive step—me, not so much.  Iíll do no griping in this forum.  Letís just say that the adjustment was unpleasant, both physically and mentally.  

As the month progressed, I wound up ending a lot of days soon after 3:15.  Once my writing was finished I went to bed.  This seemed like an anticlimactic way to end the day.  I donít know why, it just did.  

I also took part in Paul Nelsonís and Lana Ayersí Postcard Poetry project, writing and posting a poem on a postcard every day in August.  This probably took a bite out of my 3:15 creativity, but I had hoped for a situation not unlike daily doubles in sports.  In any case, I felt it was good to push myself creatively, even if I may have fallen short.

All pieces written in or around Eugene, Oregon, unless noted otherwise  

Blah, blah, blah.  Letís see what I kicked outÖ.

Introduction

I have no long winded introduction to my writings this year.

The only thing I want to note is that I used a substantially larger journal (in terms of page size) than I have in past years.  I feel this gave me a lot more freedom when it came to what I wrote.  My understanding is that Danika also used a larger journal this year.  

Introduction

2010, medically speaking, was not a stellar year for me.  Why piss and moan about it?  As I tell friends and relatives better me than somebody else.  In fact that is my new life motto.  

People the world over are dying of the same conditions that I manage to survive because I have a good job and live in the U.S.  Better me than somebody else.

August 2010, artistically speaking, was not a stellar month for me.  Part way through I suffered a kind of meltdown that was both unpleasant and cathartic.   It reached its peak on day 4.  Then I took a week off and feeling much refreshed returned to my endeavors.

As always, I mix poetry with prose during the 3:15 experiment.  ďAny form, any styleÖ.Ē

Regarding location, all writing took place in my home southwest of Eugene, except as noted.  

Introduction

I have no desire to share a pretentious introduction to my writings this year.  Here is what I wrote.  I hope these words are enjoyed and appreciated.  


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