Wednesday 7 November 2018

Crystal Stone : part five

How does a poem begin?

A poem is continually happening for me. It’s how I perceive the world. I’m more often than not a silent observer in public spaces, taking notes of what’s around me. I record everything. Dialogue overheard from strangers. Dialogue directed at me from strangers, friends, or students. Quotes from poems I love. Words and images I misread into poems when I tried to move too fast. Headlines I’ve seen. Memes that seemed almost philosophical. Somewhere in the process of taking notes of all the things I witness, a poem emerges and I realize why I’ve seen all the things I have. For me, life is a living puzzle; a poem is the exploration of why and how those pieces fit together.


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