First haiku: sometimes I wonder if I don’t have more empathy for trees than for people. Odd for a poet – a tree killer.
Second haiku: adbuster moment of the day.
Third haiku: nothing to say.
Fourth haiku: disemboweled was almost the last word I read from that Darwin awards book. It looked like it was used in some kind of sport commentating description in a fight between two men and a tiger. The word kept going in my head until I used it in a poem. The other part (all the following words) speaks about Friday noon when the wonderful weather made the streets and parks full of people downtown.
Proceed: I was looking at a paperclip thinking I don’t really know how it’s made (kind of, but not completely). We are surrounded by processed things we don’t know how they are made. Altering our whole relationship with the world and choices we would make.
First untitled poem: same theme as used in several poems lately. This intersection concept illustrates very well how I feel. When you are at an intersection, you’re both somewhere very specific and nowhere because an intersection is only a relationship. It’s like love. Love exists because of two people and don’t exist itself . So I exist and don’t exist.
Second untitled poem: I felt very bad last night. Headache, nauseous, sneezing (ok, sneezing is not feeling bad), extremely tired. But I was too tired and my head hurt too much to sleep. Then sleep eventually occurred and now I’m a new man. I thought of the first verse last night, thinking I could also write a poem in French (Caresser mon cadavre tiède, it may sound better than the English verse (back to some intersection issue)). I wrote the rest this morning.
Freedom carol: I thought of the last line yesterday but I was too effing tired to build the rest. Maybe the most philosophical poem I wrote this spring. But certainly the first prose poem I wrote this spring. I first thought I could build verses of random length but it was pointless. Like 23, I may change the order eventually.
