Awhile back, after much initial resistance, I signed up for a Twitter account and began to tweet.
(photo by m.a.h. hinton)
I stop for a minute now and look at that sentence. For the thousandth time I wonder at the way language changes. The way new words become so quickly commonplace in our life. The way new ideas and technologies become so essential and ordinary: google that, post that, tweet this,….
I still do not know what to make of Twitter. As a sports fan I love it for the quick bits of sports news I get from favorite columnists and sportswriters. As a lover of literature, I love the links from The Paris Review and Irish Literary Times to interesting articles and links. As neophyte handicapper, I like the tweets and links from the Daily Racing Form and Canterbury Park and real handicappers.
Those gifted with more clever wits, tweet funny lines and post-modern bons mots (pardon my French). My few attempts at that kind of humor have been… unsatisfying.
I like to tweet pictures and quotes, though. And to re-tweet interesting links. But as a writer, I still have not figured out how to use it myself.
I have spent part of the summer experimenting with 140 character poetry forms… Twitter Haiku. To be quite honest, it has become a bit of an obsession. I fill virtual pages with lines of this experimental verse. So far though, nothing has felt quite right.
I’ll keep tweeting though and trying. I guess I am stubborn that way.
In the meantime, here is an attempt at a Twitter poem picked at random. Enjoy!
(7 1 5)
prairie and sky balance
on
a bobolink’s wing
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