Tuesday, August 7, 2007

ugh get into a poem damnit

sometimes these lines get stuck in my head and i can't get them out into a poem i like but they won't leave me alone and it's really frustrating. right now i have this image in my head:

and when they left
they left the door swinging
our shadows jumping on the floor

but i don't know what to do with it, maybe i will just write three line morsels from here on out.

4 comments:

k said...

Write them down, so you don't forget them later. Either wait for the appropriate place to put them.

In theory the way to get it out would be to place yourself in the image, imagine the sensory details, imagine what else is around, figure out the emotional content, bla bla bl bla bla. That stuff might work for other people, but not for kate-the-golcheski.

But srsly, I know how you feel. Half of my notebook from camp was just two or three lines. A couple of them made it into poems--although forcefully at times. But mostly they hang out and are useless and unhappy. Good story.

Anonymous said...

HAH!! You're lucky, getting three lines at a time! Seriously tho, I usually only write down one at a time. Inspirational quotations:

"I write a little every day, without hope or despair." (Isak Dinesen)

"You will write a lot of horrendous horseshit gibberish.... But it's all about the words." (Ted Berrigan)

ITV said...

do you guys think that lonely lines and images have a place to go and hang out?...like a singles mixer in literary heaven where they drink cocktails and sometimes "...like baseball stitches" has too much to drink and repeatedly hits on "you periodic table, you" until she wears down and just gives in
then they both regret it in the morning...?

...i like to think so

Baby Bear said...

thanks you guys! i feel better already. no seriously, i mean it. i should write these lines down, but first i need to get in the habit of carrying a notebook. also, brian i think you are right about needing a place to talk to "weird" people, it's easier there instead of sitting in front of a blank page with sweat dripping onto your pencil (ew).