I'm considering writing love letters and posting them to random P.O. boxes. These won't be love letters to the people who own the boxes, or (hopefully) to people they know. Credit where credit is due; this is not my idea. I saw it as I was perusing the weirder parts of the web: a woman has actually done this and taken pictures of the letters as she sent them. She took it one step further and actually pasted the note itself to the outside of the envelope, though I doubt that postal workers have the time to read a letter like that.
Anyway, the idea is to engage the reader in some sort of mutual voyeuristic relationship to which they cannot retaliate.
I don't know if this is a good idea or a terrible one, but I would like to try it, and make it mine.
Ages ago, a kid at camp took post-it notes and wrote "this is graffiti" on them and put them everywhere. I did that for a while.
I have a few things that are weird that I came up with myself, but they're few and far between. I feel like the cooler things I do are all stolen.
Thanks, Solomon. Thanks, Ecclesiastes. You make me feel better about myself.
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ReplyDeleteStealing ideas is a sore subject for me right now because I, too, feel as though I steal everything, but on top of that, I feel like other people steal from me and blah blah blah.
Well, as much as I steal, this afternoon, Goddard said that I had a very distinctive voice. So that's good.
ReplyDeleteYes, you do.
ReplyDeleteHow does she know?
Anyway. I think you steal less than I.
I gave her some of my writing at her behest. Also, she's the sponsor of writers' club.
ReplyDeleteI want to say more about James Joyce.
ReplyDeleteSo do. I'm not stopping you.
ReplyDeleteOkay. Remember *A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man* and the weird letters young Dedalus left where girls could find them?
ReplyDeleteThe good news is that NO. I do not remember. YAY
ReplyDeleteGood. Never remember it.
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