This is an appropriate season to mention Gott’im’s Monster and its connections to the craft of writing and making.

The narrator of Gott’im’s Monster is tasked with the destruction of a monster created by his former school master. He does not feel up to the assignment.

The school master does not think it wise to describe how he put his monster together and galvanized it to life. Perhaps he wanted to patent it? Actually, he’s terrified of his own making and does not know what to do with it on account of his lack of foresight unintended consequences of—shall we say?—his technological making?

The maker’s young scholar/poet in school would have known that he could make a poem about such a happening, while trying to work out what it would mean through the poem, but this young poet himself would never dream of making a real monster.

tenth month not eighth

The winds of Isidore (Hurricane in residue/tropical storm): increasing turbulence of the Gulf of St. Lawrence as we cross on our 6 hour ride. from North Sydney, Cape Breton, to Port aux Basque, Newfoundland, I take notes on our turbulent ferry ride:

Synonyms of turbulence: commotion, agitation, clamor, bedlam, hurly-burly, perturbation.