
Excerpt from Tao of Thoreau



I wrote yesterday about the link between Work in Progress Writing and Work in Progress Projects. I was thinking about it just now, and it hit me that completing my indoor and outdoor projects was a type of publishing. After all, publishing is bringing a creative work to the public.
There is no choice but to “publish” a project. When a bathroom is done, people are going to use it. But with my writing, I’m guilty of holding on to it, endlessly tweaking, not working hard on trying to get it out to readers.
I wonder if making a kitchen, a bathroom, a patio is somehow linked to my decision to self-publish Tao of Thoreau? That having people walk on and through these places made me want to have my words in front of people, no matter how few or many.
Just think – reading bozbozeman is a little like using my bathroom. Except you can’t flush the toilet.
This is a poem that came from a student mistake, writing “once of hope” instead of “ounce of hope.”
How an ounce of hope Becomes a once of hope That once of hope lasts to this day Is in these words Is in every page I've written This endless dream Started with a pencil Scribbling inside the blue lines On them Across them This true belief Belied by reality Given the smallest sustenance 10 dollars Poems in print Stories imprinted in the cloud Yet the once of hope endures It was hoped so strong Multiplying from the ounce of hope It once came from