Anagrams

This experience is shaping up to be much like my Greece experience. I am socializing with women again. We cook together. The days are long and sometimes unbearably idle, and yet they are over as soon as I am aware of them. It gives me too much time to think about my inadequacies and not enough time for improvement. And Spartanburg, like Paros, seems to keep its most interesting parts hidden, to hoard its secrets. I waited in vain for Paros to let me in. I hope the South will be more merciful.

When I felt myself slipping in Paros, craving some activity at once mindless and creative, silly and intense, I took to anagrams (a suggestion much appreciated from across the Atlantic by my own C. C. Kaplan). I made them constantly. I made one for every person I knew in Paros, which amounted to a whopping 25 or so.

And so I am making them now:

Derya Hanife Altan

A fine heart and lay

Nicholas Michael Dowgwillo

A wild igloo clan howl chimes

(”howl” in this case to be read as a noun and not a verb.)

Rachel Ann Harkai

Hark: Rain can heal!

I have been thinking vaguely about a way to turn this into a visual project and I have some ideas. But for now, if anyone has any suggestions of words or phrases that they would like to see de- and re-constructed, perhaps ones in which the subjects may need some conceptual de- and re- constructing themselves, post ‘em.