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Found Poetry: Is it Beginning?


Okay, so found poetry is cool.

I thought I’d give it a go, using the lyrics of the Beatles song Tomorrow Never Knows. Because I am a huge Beatles nerd, and it was playing while I pondered scouring my bookshelves for something to cobble together. Maybe it is more coincidence than design.

Also, this is harder to do than it looks.

Is it Beginning?

It is all play:
Existence is the game;
Hate and love and ignorance;
Beginning, end; Living, dead.

May you see meaning within
The shining thought,
The knowing void.

Float downstream,
Not dying, not being,
Knowing everyone.

Relax. It is not surrender.
Turn down your mind,
Mourn the dying, and
Love the living.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

I don’t know how anyone else does it, but a pencil and a pad of paper seem to work wonders with this sort of thing- one page with the original work, one with your derivative work. Though I don’t recommend crossing things out on your original work, because if you change things, eraser tends to muck it all up. The trials and tribulations of artistry! 😛

Edit: I feel a little bit bad for those words I didn’t end up using. They look so forlorn on that abandoned yellow page.

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I want to see how it ends


??? (title? what title?)

do you ever
wonder if there
is anyone
just like us, in
an alternate
universe, where
we made diff’rent
choices? he asked.
yes, she replied,
but I want to
see how this one
ends.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Holy productive Sunday, Batman!
Or, if you prefer Sesame Street, one, two, three posts, ha-ha-hah! That’s one from the vault, the Count. I don’t think kids today know who he is, which is a shame.

I probably could have mashed all three into one post. But that would have made sense, and I’m dead set against that.

This poem was just me thinking about Doctor Who and how awesome time travel is, and by extension how awesome time in general is. Awesome in the classical sense, not in the modern sense: perhaps awe-inspiring would be better? Whatever, not the point. Boom-de-yada, boom-de-yada, the world is just awesome. If you learn nothing else from my blog, do remember that- this world we live in is an amazing place, and you just gotta get out there and explore it. (She says, from her computer inside her house…) 😛

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