Greetings blog, it’s been awhile. A couple weeks ago in a class discussion I’d remarked upon how I’m always writing poetic moments from memory, sitting alone at my desk in a quiet, usually dark room. Clearly this created a lot of wistful, if not depressed content. I’d said it was because all the things I loved doing were very active, such as skiing or golf, and didn’t allow for much, if any time to write. That holds true, but for this week’s submission, my final workshop, I wanted to give something new a try. I still wanted to work with the gloomier thoughts I’ve been writing on, that is, apprehension for the future and escapism as a means to cope with it, because they are prominent in my mind as of late, but I decided to try writing this poem in a different way, with a different process.
I forget exactly who it was, but I think it may have been William who mentioned walking around and speaking into a tape recorder as a means to generate content. As I’ve been doing a lot of driving back and forth between Albany and Geneseo this semester, my 3.5 hour I-90 pilgrimage appeared to be an opportune time to try this technique. With the voice recorder app hot-keyed into my phone’s swipe-up menu, I drove across the state recording whatever came to mind, and I must say I rather enjoyed it. I still sat down to write the poem in much the same manner as before, but being able to hear my own words spoken from a different context, a different mindset, manifested in a new kind of poem for me, and I am excited to see where this process takes me.