...You just won't believe how you can turn it to your creative advantage.
There you are walking down Westheimer, through the Galleria, a museum, a Fiesta supermarket, attending a Texans, or Rockets game, eating lunch at James Coney Island, attending Wednesday, Saturday, or Sunday go to meetin' at Lakewood Church, in a public restroom, on a Metro bus, actually just about anywhere where you are around other people...and can hear what they are saying...to their companion, to a clerk, a docent, a fellow parishner, 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, and down, in desperate straits...
Have you ever thought to write down what you hear, and how those scraps of overheard conversations, when strung together, 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!
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, in July 2011, and it's an interesting essay.
Experimental, quirky, funny, long, short, nonsensical, thought-provoking? An air poem is all of the above, and more.
I first discovered this genre in December 2011, and have done 4 blog entries, with 6 poems, since the last in March 2012 (Just floow the links from 1 post to the next.).
With the move to Texas, Houston, now it's your turn to be my inspiration. I was on the Metro bus, or waiting at bus stops, most of the afternoon, to and from picking up a prescription.
1. Sounds Good to Me!
I’m getting ready to sue someone right now.
I just have to stay clean and sober.
Sounds good to me!
2. You Doin' OK?
You doin’ OK?
I ain’t dead, yet!
You don’t look familiar.
I came down right after you called!
Here’s your backpack.
I don’t care how many qualifications you got!
What are you talking about?
I need this coat on my head!
What are you waiting for?
(Overheard on his travels by the Mad Houstonian)