I Want Answers! (from Dara Cerv)
When Adam asked me to head up this Real Pants feature, he reminded me that I’d basically be recreating a “regular” “column” he created on HTMLGiant. Since that was half a decade ago (jesus) and I have never watched one game show in my life, I ask that you keep your hands at your keyboard and just kinda kick it around the comment section with us, wait, what am I even saying–
Wells, ANYWAYS, I’m really into people and I’m really into learning things about them, so I’m most likely going to use this column as an excuse to 1) get to know some of my favorite poems//peoples a little better; and 2) show you some really cool shit.
One bit of cool shit is this new issue of The Volta. I really love The Volta because the issues are small and that makes me feel as if they care about their audience and their writers, because they want everyone to read everything. This Dara Cerv poem is absolutely slaughtering me, though:
This is a meditation on conclusions
Drawn about the dream that I am dying
On the outside of the inside of the dream
A head in a teleprompter says
We are all dying
And I don’t hate him for it
So, Dara–let’s keep it simple. What I wanna know is if you’ve had any head trauma, and (if you do) how do you go about making it less traumatic?