A Call to Arms
While I’m going public with my dreams and plans for my next steps in life, I’ll also come out and say that I love collaboration and playing with others. I’m an extrovert, you know? It’s one of the big reasons why I love playing tabletop RPGs, the act of playing Let’s Pretend with other people. One of the things I don’t like about writing poetry and fiction is how solitary an activity it is most of the time. (This is why I write better in public spaces than when I’m home alone.) Of course, when you’re performing poetry and prose (or anything, really), you don’t have to do it solo. Considering my performance inspirations, it makes more sense to collaborate than to go it alone. But even beyond performance, I want to push my own boundaries of writing and not crawl up my own artistic ass. I want to team up with other superheroes and fight
crime boredom and stagnation.
So I’m putting a call out to poets, writers of the weird and fantastic, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians, painters, comics artists, filmmakers, collagists, Nerdists, Surrealists. Want to work together? Play together? Craft together? Create together? I’m not exactly sure what I want to do, but I’m game to try things out and see what sticks. Like one of those rubbery, sticky things you’d get in a box of cereal and throw at the wall. Or spaghetti when it’s ready. (Does anyone really throw spaghetti at the wall? Or is that just an urban legend? The box of pasta tells you how long to boil it, so why would you even need to throw it against a wall? That’s just a waste of good spaghetti.) (And now I’m craving spaghetti and meatballs. Great.)
If this sounds groovy to you, drop me an email (joshuamneff at the ol’ gmail), tweet me a tweet, pass me a note in 4th period Algebra. Let’s play!