I missed the memoir lecture on the last day of the last residency of my MFA career. I did not want to miss it, but last-minute graduation details propelled me to make some decisions.
In preparation for the lecture we were asked to come up with a six word memoir. At least I think this was the request. I don’t remember anyone talking about it before or after the lecture. Perhaps I dreamed it. But before I left for the residency, just before I drifted off to dreamland, I did sort of come up with the following:
You have to read the symbols as words, and I thought that even if it was fairly reductive (and others will have to vouch for the accuracy) it works as a word problem as well.
I’m still steeping in the last bit of residency and gearing up to start my new post-grad life on Monday. I can’t help thinking of the line Evil uses in the movie Time Bandits when he’s complaining about how the Supreme Being wasted his time during the creation.
If it was me, eight o’clock, day one, lasers.
That’s how I feel about every new project going into them. No messing around with shrubberies and pill bugs. Big things from the beginning. Bam!