...You just won't believe how you can turn it to your creative advantage. ;-D
There you are walking down the street, through the mall, in a store, at a ball game, in a public rest room, on a bus, or sitting in your 2nd floor apartment with the window open, and people in the street below, actually just about anywhere where you are around other people...and can hear what they are saying...to their companion, to a clerk, on a cell phone, or yelling at a ball game, or in a bathroom where all the stalls are occupied, and someone is hopping up, & down, in desperate straights...
Have you ever thought to write down what you hear, and how those random scraps of overheard conversations, when strung together, in the order heard, often have an interesting sort of poetry about the result?
Patty Mooney did.
Of course, the notion came only after 40 years of writing poetry.
Hey, better late than never! ;-D
As she writes: "Now, suddenly, the skies have parted to reveal an unfathomably huge reservoir of poetry, a free-for-all of poems that are ripe for swiping out of the air with a virtual butterfly net. Anyone can do it."
She first blogged about this new, fun, idea for poetry, on her personal blog, last July, and it's an interesting essay.
Experimental, quirky, funny, long, short, nonsensical, thought-provoking? All of the above, and more.
Don't try TOO HARD to overhear things; keep a notepad handy and just let it come to you naturally.
And, trust me, it's easier than you might think to know when you have the last line of a particular poem.
While riding the bus, earlier in the week, I decided to givie this a shot.
The idea is to jot things down, thus creating a poem from snatches in the order "received", and these were the 3 results I ended up with the first time I attempted it.
Tell me what you think in the comments. ;-D
1. You are just in time,
The bus should be here any minute.
That's OK, I just sat down to light a cigarette...
Oh, man! I think I left my cigarettes at home!
Have a nice day!
2. At least in Orange they don't have high standards.
Excuse me, what is the zip code here?
I don't know, I live in the next zip code over!
Well, what is that zip code?
3. Did your Mom get hurt?
I made extra.
She was fucking ugly.
( Overheard on his travels by Kiril Kundurazieff )