kansas-esque

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Lately I’ve been kind of obsessed with how simultaneously big and small the world is. Some of this has to do with my much-ignored writing project. Some of this has to do with the internet and a number of freaky six-degrees-of-separation discoveries. The weird thing about the internet is that, in all its vastness, it’s one of the best ways to zero in and discover what’s right next to you. Kind of like how Dorothy needs to go to Oz to discover Kansas. Or maybe it’s not like that.

I wrote a poem on this general topic while sitting in the back of a classroom in the education department of the Natural History Museum today. The poem involved a giant dead shark, ancient Aztecs, text messaging and a very nice girl I am dating. Writing about the ancient and the technological in one poem is a cheap but effective poetry trick. I am not really a poet, and hence not above cheap tricks.

Comments

Tracy Lynn said…
Dude, freaky picture. I'm so glad you're dating a nice girl.
April 26, 2006 at 6:32 AM
Schrodinger's Kitten said…
where's the fraking poem?
April 26, 2006 at 8:18 AM
Cheryl said…
Yeah, that's not her in picture. She's much cuter.

As for the poem, it shall stay hidden in the darkest depths of my top secret notebook, in a vault guarded by unattractive sharks, where all my attempts at poetry belong. Occasionally a poem escapes, but I hired an extra shark for this one.
April 26, 2006 at 8:55 AM
Cheryl said…
Yeah, that's not her in picture. She's much cuter.

As for the poem, it shall stay hidden in the darkest depths of my top secret notebook, in a vault guarded by unattractive sharks, where all my attempts at poetry belong. Occasionally a poem escapes, but I hired an extra shark for this one.
April 26, 2006 at 8:55 AM
Schrodinger's Kitten said…
neat trick, double posting to be 'popular'.

You're so trendy!
April 26, 2006 at 10:16 AM
Tracy Lynn said…
Well done. Maybe I should try that....
April 26, 2006 at 3:59 PM
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