Today’s prompt is for a TMI poem, and I just didn’t feel that. Not that I’m shy about sharing–in fact, if you follow my twitter feed or become a Facebook friend of mine, you’ll discover that I’m often guilty of overshare. My problem was more that I just don’t like to write grossout poems, and that’s where I almost always go with TMI.
But Robert also suggested an information overload poem as an option, and boy do I know information overload. I generally write on a separate computer from my work one just to get away from most of the potential distractions. And I turn off everything around me, even music–I try to isolate myself. But for this I decided to turn everything on–an RSS reader I never use, email, Tweetdeck, Facebook, the tv (opening day of the baseball season) and just let it wash over me, grab snippets from everything and record it as I could (the cats play a part in this as well). This is more of an experiment for me than anything else, but I’m interested in hearing how you think it works. Prose poem form because breaking it into lines would give it a coherence I’m trying to avoid.
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