The Other Conversation

When class discussions get boring, I listen for things that people say without saying. Here is a combination poem of about 10 minutes of conversation. It's all taken completely out of context, but funny how you can make a poem out of it none the less.


The Other Conversation
Language substituting for props.
"I bite my thumb at you, sir"
Remember? Yeah, it's coming back.

It's especially her field.
It depends, says she.
Does that make sense to you?
Can you make a connection of that?
Well, yeah. A little confusion of absence,
they may be in the same time of creation...
but that's not.

It's written in more of a tradition,
this is teetering on the grounds,
it's more simple stories.

Buckle up, she says,
there were two takes of the play.

They were featured so heavily,
that gives you a sense of the reverence.
He had a circle of people around him,
at the time called a work in progress.
The afternoon would go on.

No, no, leave it in.
He had an embrace of chance.
Demanding, in terms of demands.

I think definitely the language,
this is an old for of new.
The simplicity of it, the everyday of it,
I think that's modern.

Is every edition just like this?
He wants the text to speak for itself.
They are all kind of sparse...
apparently.

He hung onto the script,
one of the interesting things.
Historically, he was blocked.

They're fabulous,
it's doodling.

Language is one of the modern things,
the poetic language and philosophical scpiel.

Not just the very man.
Nothing happens twice.

Just going with that...
that's it.
Sarrah Loyce, 26 May 2009