Two things happened on the same day last week: I mailed the final custom poem for this project, and Horse_ebooks was revealed to be a piece of performance art.
Though I wish we had a world where Horse_ remained a mystery, I'm still encouraged. The poetics of the nonsense internet are anyone's to capture. Horse_ made its own poetry and led me to mine. That's a gift. If No Experiences exists as a relic from a time when people got excited about weird language from an unknown source, I'm quite OK with that. The titular tweet, along with these two that made it into poems in the chapbook, happened well before the account was sold. “No experiences,” as a phrase from a spam horse’s mouth, has always reminded me to have experiences and try to make something from them. If it can be something beautiful and strange made out of words, that's great. That's the work I want to do.
I don't have more light to shed on what happened with Horse_. I appreciated Steve Roggenbuck's tribute to its poetry and Dan Sinker's deeply felt eulogy. I'm looking forward to reading the future piece referenced here, and I share some of that dismay about Horse_ as a brand.
But I've also hitched my poetry cart to other horses in the past year. I made a poem about a laundromat in my neighborhood and one about my friends' favorite words. I'm working on some punk-rock story-poems about being a teenager. If you gave me the OK to send you email during the Kickstarter, you'll be the first to hear about them, along with some of my other poem-thoughts. If you didn't opt in to those emails or (quite reasonably) don't remember one way or another, you can sign up here.
Thanks again for reading. Let's all keep the Horse_ spirit of strange joy alive.