A necessary shaking up of conventional habits of prose thinking and doing, freeing up notions of what is acceptable and what is possible. Some theory, some practice; some academic, some plainly spoken. Examples and inspirations from all fields, across all boundaries, challenging and prodding, inviting an original response. A grocery list, a military speech, a walk in the park, a fragment of a novel? Which past person or voice do we call our own, for our purposes of making self anew? Which collection of qualities of what we call real will we assemble, and in what revisioned format, and what will we call that production? Of all these queries and signposts, this last, the pinning of genre, we can agree, holds least importance. Genre is classificatory, not a function of birth, but rather a map of the cemetery—away from which we walk, chastened, alive to a new day.