You're Out of Excuses. Now Go Right.

i want you to try and put yourself in a space where, a, you are as unaware of your surroundings as it's possible for you to be. And then i want you to listen to a recording of a poem. In response to that poem, write automatically, unself consciously, for five minutes. So what i'm going to read you now is a poem called moon fishing by lazelle muller. They fished with their lips and tongues until the water was gone and the moon had slipped away in the soft, bottomless mud. Now right tis has been writing excuses. You're out of excuses. Now go right.