Technology makes life pretty awesome for writers. (When it works of course.) I am a big fan of Dropbox. All my writing is saved in there & I can access it from anywhere there’s interwebs. Sadly, Dropbox is clunky when it comes to editing, so I use Plain Text, which syncs with Dropbox. With this PlainText/Dropbox combo I can write a poem on the beach on my phone, edit it on the iPad at a friend’s on the way home & when I open it up on my desktop, the latest version is there, raring to go. It’s brillo.
Autocorrect, however, while brilliant much of the time, doesn’t always know what I want to say. Today’s poem was influenced on a whim, by the quirk of autocorrect.
I was sitting on a bench with the pooch, people watching, sunset waiting, after a nice long walk on the beach. I started to take some notes on a possible “people watching poem”. I began with “The girl who squeaks like a bird”. Except my fat fingers didn’t quite type that. It didn’t cope with the next phrase either … & an idea was born. I immediately created some rules. Well two.
1. Think of the entire line in advance & type as quickly as I could without pausing or backspacing.
2. Accept whatever autocorrect suggested.
Some lines have more autocorrect influence than others, some lines are made gibberishy by the auto; some, somehow more profound; & some just thrilled me no end when they appeared. No lines have been edited (this also means it’s more fun/less work than a regular poem – haha!)
Esplanade Cavalcade (autocorrected)
The girl who squeaks like absurd,
as her patents ignore her
& talk over her head
The brothers who clamber along Hyde rocks,
one of them finds a cram she’ll,
the it get doesn’t want to look
The ring tonight ting yin
gets bike riders
The yummy mummy jogging
with babying pusher
& a well behaved chic lab trotting alongside
The lesbian couple who u saw
being affectionate on the beach before,
now sadly walking diary,
The cute teen girl in a purple jumper
who smokes at us as she passes,
park duly more at Chester than I
The woman with the jock terrier
who’s bum bounced a nubs of its own
as she briskwalked away
The overlay earnest woman admiring
the moshav art on the rocks
who stops to tell me to look at one further up
called “the last snapper”
The lonely guy sitting on the bench
playing with this phone instead
of watching the sub set,
or the blood mob riding behind him
I couldn’t decide which image to go with … so I’m going with both.
Both images by moi.
Top: “The Last Snapper” cooperative association of Israeli smallholders art.
Bottom: Posing on a Rock. (Such a good boy)