OMG Tuesday #sol17 already, other blogging, poetry #NPM17

Damn I posted something else to another blog just after midnight, one I'm not on deadline for. If not for my inner owl, that would feel like two posts in one day, which I'm trying to avoid. Yesterday I posted to precarious faculty blog for the first time, not counting drafts, since October 2016. Ignoring the over-sized baggy monster I abandoned in drafts the day before, I blogged a Dear Reader ramble about changes, not really addressing adjuncts, academic labor, organizing, academia or any of the formerly usual suspects.

#SoL15 Day 30: automatic writing

André Masson. Automatic Drawing. (1924). 
Ink on paper, 9¹⁄₄ × 8¹⁄₈" (23.5 × 20.6 cm). 
Museum of Modern Art, New York.

Missed slicing yesterday when sleep caught up with me at 8 pm. Today it took me down in the around 4 pm in the afternoon: I was up again at 8 pm. There is a odd and annoying symmetry to that. I may (am) not in the mood to write but don't want to miss the final days. That's part of the writing challenge too, isn't it? Being in the mood doesn't matter. Write on anyway. Now if I could only manage writing in my sleep — a practical application of Surrealist automatic writing

"Pure psychic automatism" was how André Breton defined surrealism, and while the definition has proved capable of significant expansion, automatism remains of prime importance in the movement.