Hey, so remember my blog post a couple weeks ago about PoMoSco and how I was gonna write 30 “found” poems this month?
Epic fail! PoMoSco dropout…go back to high school….
Well, I did create 12 poems. Some of them I like, some of them….mediocre. But even before I hit 12 I knew something wasn’t working for me. I’d love to say that I was able to power through my lack of enthusiasm and inspiration for this project. I love the PoMoSco site and the work from the other poets, their feedback, the creativity that went into the badges… I encountered a form of poetry and many tricks and tactics new to me. But I just couldn’t get into the concept of found poetry. I guess it’s kind of the way I feel about writing an epistolary novel. Probably never will – not my style.
So I quit! BOOM! That’s right. I went back to writing my novels, which is where I truly want to be. And writing my own style of poetry, whatever that is, I have no idea. Speculative Wilderness Confessional? Anyway, I keep waiting to feel bad about totally bailing on PoMoSco. But I don’t! Maybe because, as someone once accused me, I’m a bit of a flake. Well, here I am embracing my flakiness! No regrets about dipping a toe in PoMoSco – I think maybe I earned a Scribble Scout badge? And hopefully no hard feelings from the PoMoSco staff. I was truly impressed with the community of poets (aka Scouts) – kind, contemplative, witty. And hey, I tried writing found poetry, like that one time I tried shiitake mushrooms and blleeghhh no thanks. Ok kidding, found poetry is cool and tastes really good, unlike shiitake mushrooms, which taste like shiit.
And now it’s back to my usual blatherings about music, evolution, film, nature moments. Getting ready to watch Documentary numbah FOUR soon. What will I choose this time….
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