Thought I’d do something different for today’s post.
I started noticing that I write down a lot of really weird stuff in the notes section of my phone. Some of it is useless and others seem kind of accidentally poetic so I thought I would just write them all out and see what it looks like. Doing writing exercises like this can prove to be pretty useful for the creative process, even if its just one line or one word that flicks the switch in your mind that allows you to unlock a new poem.
I think a lot of us live in our phones, and the notes of many peoples phones would probably be inherently revealing. If nothing else it’s an interesting bit of self analytics and a good way to remind you of all the shopping lists you have made in the last year.
Anyway, without further adieu, a glimpse into the world of my phone notes:
silver confetti of scales
alice’s humming
fill the boots with sand and lead
eyelashes
EAT ME WHILE I’M HOT
two shadows on wall of me
my teeth are ringing
dans le noir
probably a lying bitch though
you’re even more psycho than me
i tried writing 300 pages
viper in emblem of milan
lettuce
i put a safety net down that hole two weeks ago
their bodies are worth more money
milk
i want to ask you a question
bread
T.S. Eliot 66.8
the george
mum said if you were romantic you would buy her champagne
tell us
Francesca
onions
thick bread
i guess in her morning rush
This is going to be a poem, I’m sorry
Bed sheets
Why are you breathing so heavily
Poem about love
Oxford street
30th of may
show her the well
Fucking hell has it already come?
writing for myself 