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It has come to pass, hasn\u2019t it, that I am in the writing burrow I was making for so long. I camped in here with a loaded 12-gauge shotgun when it was a lopsided, handmade construction site in the middle of the woods, i lived by fireplace alone while the walls came together, the floor was made, gorgeous thing that it is, i can\u2019t believe<\/em>\u00a0the\u00a0wood floor re-spins remembered floors of coffee houses in hundred-year-old spaces, historic state park lodges, and tipsy Victorian 3-flats, \u00a0wooden floors in bookstores in all the right places, and fully functioning mercantiles\u00a0that make you want to abandon your life and start something new. and then holy Colorado-organic-grocery-with-creaking-screen-door, here i have underfoot a handmade plank floor of falling down barn red oak that simmers with clove and chestnut and straw in the long orange sunset. Then I placed a comfy chair by the fireplace, and took 2 years putting in the galley kitchen using salvage supply and reworked corrugated metal roofing., the floors and walls and doors, the wood trim, on the screenless back porch I sat on a camping chair. Then came electricity, the screen, the tilework, the metal barn roofing I painted by tracing reflections from the pond near my back porch, that turned the shack \u00a0into an outsized version of a painting I had made years prior,\u00a0At Least Ten Leagues Distant From Here<\/a>.\u00a0 In the rearranging shuffle, atoms were flipped and not everything had a carbon translation. Same but different, here I sit writing largely undisturbed in what I consider Ideal Conditions. Excepting the ruination of our natural environment by The Man and his money-hoarding, and people who touch the walls of caves, and snap greenery on trail.<\/p>\n

machine taunts me, just when I’m ready to shampoo, it cuts the water off. it makes me do what I set out to do, it makes me write into the night as if I don’t use the writing like netting, like hammocks , to hold all my stuff and the diamond ropes pull in every direction no matter where you set your ass in. i listen, again, to the chirping night woods, and how I vowed to quit living away from them, and how I made it true. behind the bullfrog, and the call and response pond, and behind the unfortunate highway noises i scan a map quickly in my mind’s eye and to see the sonic imprivateness.<\/p>\n

Let it be known that late July is perfect for night writing, once there’s a screen which is held up by a house with all the idiosyncratic ways it has to be, as a pro<\/em>ject, creating with time and material. by making a wooden house in the woods, so much for permanence. the coyotes answer the long, oily train howl in the tone of the heart chakra.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It has come to pass, hasn\u2019t it, that I am in the writing burrow I was making for so long. I camped in here with a loaded 12-gauge shotgun when it was a lopsided, handmade construction site in the middle of the woods, i lived by fireplace alone while the walls came together, the floor … Continue reading writing burrow<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3728,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-3715","page","type-page","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3715","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3715"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3715\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3783,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3715\/revisions\/3783"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3728"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/godshampoo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3715"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}