Week of September 24 by Katelyn Halpern

This week, I’m sharing a piece I wrote last week for poetry class.

My philosophy for the line:

Defining the line* is a waste of time. It is building a castle from dry sand: your hands will do the work, and you will end up with a pile of sand and a circle of voices arguing whether and when a pile is a castle. By now, the line has thrown off all but the most useless and defensible characteristics, such as: a line is a unit. Duh and so what? The line carries the weight of the past like we have a tailbone and no tail. Don’t waste your time.

Here is what I understand of the line from running my sighted hands over its face while I hold my eyes closed. The line is an intention. // It is figurative; it figures the poem, along with space, rhythm, meaning, word. It is a thing, not the thing. It is part of a balanced breakfast. // The line is a dance step. But what kind of dance are you doing? // The line is a brick. But are you building your house by laying bricks or sawing wood? // The line is a unit of control. It is as far as a poet will go before they want to stop, or want to stop you. // The line is chewing; the break is swallowing. The line is breathing; the break is also breathing. The line sets a pace for breath or digestion or your choice of natural process of taking in. // The line is enough. An amuse-bouche. A room. A photo op. A mind of its own. // Lines are whatever you want as long as they do the job. Just don’t fuck it up.

*It’s not just the line. It’s almost anything of art you want to pin down in the current age.

Week of September 3 by Katelyn Halpern

This week, I’m sharing some time lapse video of me crocheting what turns out to be a heart. It’s for Heartstrung, the installation I’m building with Talita Cabral for this coming October.

time lapse crochet by katelyn halpern dyed thread by talita cabral

thinking of Ariadne like what if the thread is the labyrinth