Brilliantly Literate Occasional Gewgaws February 26, 2015Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, New Orleans, The Narrative, The Typist, Toulouse Street.
“That’s not writing, that’s typing.”
— Truman Capote on Jack Kerouac
Therapist: “What sort of writing do you do. I mean: long form, short form…”
Me: “Well, I primarily write poetry. And I have had these two blogs. The one called Wet Bank Guide…”
Therapist: “What was that?”
Me: ” WET Bank Guide. I used to work for a newspaper call the West Bank Guide and it seemed an apt title for a Katrina-focused blog…
[Pause to allow for brief scribbling. Therapist changes subject].
[Long, distracted, non-ADD pause by me to consider changing therapists after 1.5 meetings.
Nah, everybody does that].
I think I may refer to my therapist in this space henceforth as my “psychologer.” Not to be demeaning or anything. Just because I can. Because I am The Typist.
Any resemblance to psychologers real or imagined by others is orthoganally tangential and in the Particular & Peculiar Public Domain which I, The Typist, create here.