Sunday, September 12, 2004

Oh So Deep I used to read more poetry than most folks.  Way more.  Back in college, my last two years centered around the stuff.  Modern British & American Poetry.  Feminist Poetics.  Myth, Mysticism & Modern Poetry.  I even took a creative writing class to learn how by putting pen to paper and scribbling a few lines, I could make other people very, very uncomfortable.  But that's another story. So after all that, do I read much poetry today?  No, not really.  Frankly, most poems I come across don't do much for me.  At least not as much as they used to.  I don't write them much anymore, either.  I think over the last few years, I've averaged maybe one per.  Sad, really. But you know what?  Today I had a burst of poetic energy.  A groundswell of profoundness.  This very morning I conjured not one poem, but two.  Yes, I know.  I have that same tingly feeling all up in my guttyworks. So what was the impetus?  What awoke my poetic muse?  To what do I (or shall I dare say "we"?) owe this moment? Fridge Poetry.  I clicked.  I dragged.  I created magic.  Twice. So simple.  So elegant.  So... Well, you judge for yourself: "About Need":  Motivational, in a Hallmarky sort of way. "Internet Ache" :  We're dying in the "sad light" coming from our monitors.  The pain.  The pain. 9:55:56 AM     |

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