Writing poems outside the grocery store, cross-legged on the parquet, playing music with a child's toy, recording the results in an apartment above a Hungarian restaurant. The point is to keep yourself entertained, and to do so cheaply. Sometimes approaching things unreasonably, obliquely, or simply against common sense can help. To excavate memory, speech, identity, history. The point is to give some order to thoughts.
'Where there is an œuvre, there is no madness.'
