Part of WordPress’s writing course Finding Everyday Inspiration. Today’s writing task doesn’t involve writing. Just as well. The instructions are to mine what’s mine. One suggestion is to look at your own tweets and use them to create something. Another suggestion is to look at your tweets and use an automatic tweets-to-poems generator. I’m game. Or
Be warned. This is extremely dumb. I’ve been thinking about concrete poetry. Not concretely, just generally. It happened after I snapped a snap of concrete. I thought I’d produce a concrete concrete poem. P o u r i n g c o n c r e t e ___ Yeah. I know. Shoot me and
Loosely inspired by a recent somewhat heart-breaking post by Cardinal Guzman, I decided that the world needs more bad poetry. At peace, At home. Alone. Quiet, but not quite. The kettle boiling, Coffee brewing— Another day, another night.
Pedestrians are people with destinations In their minds And baggage in their hands Too heavy to carry around But cars— Put your weight away in the trunk And let you guide As though you’re in control
Trams come and go Stopping on the go Crawling tediously Counting meters As they go
I woke up, made coffee, smoked, practised my yoga routine, smoked, blogged, smoked, cooked lunch, ate it and smoked. I live a dream. Except while cooking, I got a nasty headache. I was cooking fish, so maybe it was the ghost of the fish cooked that came to plague me. Maybe the fish cooked was
In response to Andy Townend’s Poetry 101 Rehab. Uprooted Rejected By what you loved Crushed to the ground With no resources No roots to take In
In response to Andy Townend’s Poetry 101 Rehab. Fem or man Man or wo-man All hum-man All equal Some more Some less