outside the skinner box (on writing poems)
January 25, 2007
One always has a way
to spend some time.
Waiting becomes
observation
reception
expression
refinement.
You always have the means
to climb from
electric holes
and breath in
creation.
wrestling with congruency
One always has a way
to spend some time.
Waiting becomes
observation
reception
expression
refinement.
You always have the means
to climb from
electric holes
and breath in
creation.
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January 25, 2007 at 7:47 pm
Oh, goodness. This is better than lovely… it is true
January 25, 2007 at 9:27 pm
qazse,
There is no better way to occupy the mind.
rel
January 25, 2007 at 10:53 pm
slynne and rel – I wrote this while waiting to meet my daughter at the local b&n cafe. (I always have a pad and pen with me.) I sat there thinking about the Poetry Thursday prompt and this came out.
Thank you for stopping by and commenting. I am a lucky guy.
January 26, 2007 at 4:48 am
Excellent. Says a lot in a few words.
January 26, 2007 at 3:35 pm
Hello,
I have always disliked the expression “killing time”. Your phrase “waiting becomes/observation/discovery/
expression/revision” created a lovely way of positively expressing a different way of looking at spaces of time. Thank you.
January 26, 2007 at 8:12 pm
hey Deb. I also dislike the term “killing time”. Just as I dislike the phrase, “I’m bored” . It is sad we raise spectators more than thinkers in today’s society.
January 26, 2007 at 11:00 pm
Hi qazse,
“Electronic skinner box” rings a bell with me… (salivate)…
Very nice.
Regards
January 28, 2007 at 10:18 am
There are moments where your writer light is on and you are able to look at the world from a fresh and creative perspective. It is these days that all seems right with the world.
January 28, 2007 at 2:12 pm
fencer – nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, why soytenly
krk – if that is the case, you were meant to write…