This videopoem happened in the usual way: I had some footage (of the Bean in Chicago), plus some other found footage in the back of my mind, and the text grew from that. This video took all of three hours to pull together.
At the academic writers conference I was pulled in many directions, talking and listening, buying and trading, mingling with 10,000 other writers at the world’s largest hotel. I watched my esteemed colleagues preen in the hallways and at the book fair, beautiful in their dark and denim plumage and expensive boots. Conscious of waste, I kept my plastic water cup and carried it from session to session until it developed a crack, and began to drip onto my hand like a squat penis.