Second Hand News: The #newfound poems

Wednesday is about books and writing. Today it's some books I took and scribbled words out of to make new poems.

I found some old books on the shelf – very old books, 10-cent finds from Church fairs from years and years ago. I started scratching out certain words to make new poems. It was fun. Doing it on the fly. One take. If I scratched too far – or took out the wrong word – it was ruined. Instantly. Line by line. Each one a stupid experiment carrying a strange secret thrill. Each one a rude transmogrification of someone else’s grit and sweat and soul.

I’m not sure they ever worked – at all. But I was proud of some of them in the moment. Or more so, amused. I Tweeted them out to no reply. I shared them on Instagram – and possibly Facebook (I can’t remember, I’m gone from there now, but no doubt I did). And that was it. No real commentary. No real reason for doing any of it. But a bit of fun. It kept my mind limber when I first gave up drinking. That’s how I remember it. I needed a pen in my hand at night when watching a film or whatever. Something to reach for instead of the glass.

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I’ll share a few of them here. Maybe I’ll pick out some more one day. Share a few more. (Probably not).

I realise this is a very short newsletter, and most of the words aren’t mine. So I’m going to leave you with a bonus mid-week playlist.

It’s called Here’s a Good Time! And I believe it is.

I also had a little weekend folly, trying to make an instrumental track in the style of John Carpenter’s soundtrack work. What do you reckon? Nailed It! (?)
Again, probably won’t try that ever again (lol).