Grammaticaster

Note to fellow WordPress users:  when you choose to make a post “private” and click the OK button, you have not yet made the post private.  You must also select “update post.”  I made that error at 6:30 this morning when, after lying in bed thinking about the abstract ditty I posted last night (deconstructed from an extremely vehement, wordy rant I posted on a political site), I decided I would rather not have an admittedly thrown together and less than perfect work pasted across my social web for all to see.  Alas, that derivative product of sleepiness and Dutch Henry wine remained in the public arena for anyone to drop in and peruse.  My apologies.

I was initially excited at the result of my prior post (photolosophvisagonism.), which evolved from a mundane “I am not inspired” whiney-prose paragraph into an abstract, Cummings-esque bit of disjointed poetry.  Not great, but it was the first real creative piece I have created in a long, long time.  The juices flowing – I resolved to come home yesterday afternoon and try to replicate the experience. 

Unfortunately, when I sat down and fired up the browser, I was hit with the recent headline regarding congress’s extension of the digital television conversion to later this summer.  After hearing about all the horrible stuff going on in the world, I was blown away that this was a “top story” anywhere.  I let it upset me – not personally (I could really care less and, frankly, I am already compliant so who cares), but in a kind of insulted-intelligence sort of way.  So, that in mind and wine in hand, I proceeded to bang out an angry diatribe.  After visiting a public political forum and posting it there, the hour had grown late (nearing 1:00 am, actually).  So – operating under the self-imposed directive that I must attempt another poem before going to bed, I just subjected my current-events rant to the cut/paste/add/subtract technique. 

I think what I ended up with was interesting, but not nearly as organic as that first one.  Lesson learned – just because you feel you must force yourself to create, that doesn’t mean you have to publish every piece of swill.  It was not up to my standards, let’s say.  So, I promise to, in the future, not throw up unedited poems at ungodly hours and under a teensy bit of influence. 

Stay tuned, though.  I’m still enjoying a Cummings phase and a deconstruction could occur at any time. 

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I might add that, while there were some commenters who disagreed with my (admittedly) self-righteous, indignant blow-up regarding the television bill, 60% of those who participated in the poll agreed with my view that there are much more important issues at hand.