Who knows the truth
The sense that I am no longer
actually doing the driving
anymore
has taken over.
I am not worried
or even the slightest bit bothered.
This is what I wanted
from the start.
My good friend
latches on
to the notion that
he has control.
As if that matters
when you could get
hit by a truck.
I don't feel
out of control.
That probably means,
I am lying.
actually doing the driving
anymore
has taken over.
I am not worried
or even the slightest bit bothered.
This is what I wanted
from the start.
My good friend
latches on
to the notion that
he has control.
As if that matters
when you could get
hit by a truck.
I don't feel
out of control.
That probably means,
I am lying.
posted by revjustin at Monday, March 13, 2006
2 Comments:
Found the link to your site- and love what you're doing, as a great poetry exercise (I'm a poet too. What you say about writing poetry and sounding like a teenage girl resonates. Especially since I was a teenage girl.)
What are you doing to get the images? Random flickr searches? Keywords?
Also, why can't poets sleeeeep?
Thanks, e. I am glad you found me. I'll be off to check out your site in just a few mintues :)
Basically, I use the photo search feature on flickr and search for keywords depending on my whim. I usually use whatever pops into my head at the time. Then I sort through the results until I find something that sticks. I used to sort my results by 'Most Interesting', but I found that the photos that were truly the most interesting didn't really come to the surface. I now just leave the results set the way it is and let serendipity do it's thing. Sometimes I don't find anything that inspires, so I try another search.
As far as sleeping is concerned, I have no issue with that ;) Two kids pretty much assures that I never get enough. However, there was a time when going to bed at 6AM rather than waking up at 6AM was the norm for me. I would agree that that is way more poetic :)
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