30/30: Day Two

Second day and I'm still feeling pretty good! Less tired, mostly because I'm at Stumpdown, sitting in a sunny window, and I just finished a giant glass of Cold Brew and started a bunch of poems. (Hello, my dear friend, Caffeine!)

I feel like these folks:

Except, of course instead of "ima read" as my soundtrack, it's "ima write."  And, now, I have revealed myself (oh, c'mon, you knew this already) to be a huge dork.  Also: I really want this woman's shirt: THERE& THEIR& THEY'RE& THURR

Brilliant.  

Day Two's poem, is, uh, funny? My dear friend, married to a dear vegetarian, was the impetus for this one. And then somehow a portion of the Radio Lab I listened to this last weekend found its way into my poem. [Shrug] Ima try things out. 

I really admire poets that can skillfully juxtapose. Matthew Olzmann, I think, is so great at this: Mountain Dew and love; Spock and the construction of race. If you don't have his book, you should really do something about that. Matthew, at Kundiman, had us do an exercise in which we were given super-random bits of information and given the task of incorporating them into one poem. My random bits: something about chimpanzees' tendency to resort to cannibalism; just the place: Rahway, NJ; and once, in the 60's when they cleaned Niagara Falls, the found the remains of two bodies. Haha, it was fun! I ended up writing a poem entitled, "I'm No Annie Edison Taylor."

Anyway--feel free to suggest any odd juxtapositions! I am game to try.