Warbledorbletonization

From the round table of Arthur Pensteam.

Heyo, heyo.

We're going to go stream-of-consciousness today. I hope you enjoyed the poem to some extent. I definitely enjoyed composing it. Many times poetry is a means by which I can experiment with language and other things. You've probably noticed my language fluctuating here, as well. It's nice to have these outlets and to share these creations like I am Dr. Frankenstein. I'm going to post the full version in a legible Times New Roman with annotations so you can actually understand what I was going for. Nice work @calvinb_8 for solving the title so quickly. If there was an award, you'd win it. Perhaps that's the true award, is knowing you would have won if there had been one. I wind up getting discouraged sometimes thinking about awards and how out of reach they seem. But the best awards come from within. Self-affirmation. Yes, I am a millenial, how did you know? The slightly preachy tone? The words 'self-affirmation?' The misspelling of 'millennial?' Anyways. I was sick all week last week so Zoo Crew ground to a halt for a couple days there. But I am diving back into it with new promise and potential. Currently still in chapter 3 but I see no reason as to why I couldn't finish up 3 and 4 over the next two weeks or so. The thing will have 17 chapters in all, which is an important number that I'll explain some other time. It's building slowly, but that's because as readable as I'm making it, it's also to some extent an experiment of language and communication, which is part of its plot. I am a monadist at heart. The physical and the spiritual are bound into one thing. So writing denotes meaning both by what it implies - meaning - and by what it sounds like - form. That's one of the reasons it's taken me a while to wrap my head around ZC. But I think you'll enjoy it as much as I am. That's enough promises for the day I think. I wind to promise a lot when I'm nervous and then take a while to deliver and eventually talk myself out of doing the thing in the first place. But ZC is different. But yeah I find my language, the more I promise, digging myself deeper into a place where it seems I'm being insincere.

Figure I should cut myself off now. Check Insta for the full poem in a few days. Love you all have a great week see you next week.