I was in the library earlier today, a few hours before class, sitting at one of the awkwardly triangular tables. I was alone until a girl and her friend sat there as well. I couldn’t complain, seeing as I had chosen to sit there, but they were – in my opinion – being louder than necessary. I ended up hearing snippets of what they were saying, and although I was struggling to follow along with their conversation, things they were saying taken out of context were surprisingly poetic.
I began discreetly jotting down some of the things I’d overheard, and by the time I was ready to leave, I had a pretty substantial list of things to turn into a poem:
- “Put acid on everything, even the things you don’t think need it…”
- “It’s just this, and this, and that’s empty…”
- “It kept slipping out of my hands…”
- “It’s creating a new coastline…”
- “It doesn’t crack when you abuse it, only when you…”
Those were all verbatim, or at least how I heard them which may not have been very well over the chatter in Milne, but that got me thinking about whether or not my mishearing things into something more poetic is poetic in and of itself. Which then made me think of one of my favorite quotes, by Lauren Zuniga: “Every moment is a poem if you hold it right.”
There’s also a good chance these phrases only seemed interesting to me at all because I was listening to them while procrastinating my homework.
Anyone have any thoughts on inspiration in unlikely places? Or eavesdropping on (loud) strangers’ conversations to find things to write about?