RIOTED WITH THE WILDEST SCRIBBLES Tamiko Beyer & Soham Patel
Several summers ago, we both got typewriters, by chance – the chance of discovering the typewriters, the chance of us both acquiring them at roughly the same time. We are this way: fate-blown.
At the end of August, we began this poem in Soham’s home in Pittsburgh, stealing a line from Virginia Woolf to start. Tamiko went back to Brooklyn. The page we started the poem on was appropriated by arty college kids, so Soham cut out the poem’s beginning, taped it to a new sheet, and sent it to Brooklyn. We added to it, line by line, each on our typewriters, sending the paper back and forth through the mail. Now we pause; send it to you electronically.