Silicon Beach : a micro excerpt
- Where have you been?
- I ran out to the beach so I could keep the rhythms going.
- Another walking poem?
- Maybe a slow jog poem, or that was the goal. I wanted to run to the beach and keep the aerobic element engaged with the writing, so I kept jogging and scrawling with a perfectly broken stick I snatched up as soon as I hit the sand.
- Walking and writing is hard enough, but jogging, that’s something I would have loved to see.
- Sorry... but you looked so calm and peacefully zoned out in your dreaming, and I had this amazing nervous energy that was percolating out of the top of my head, there was nothing to do but run to the shore and provoke the water’s edge.
- How long did it take?
- About seven minutes to the shoreline and then the poem itself took another, what, ten minutes? Twenty?
- Did you capture it on your iPhone?
- Of course! That’s the parameter, always, I have to walk and write while hugging the shoreline with my spontaneous measure and, somehow, with my free hand, open up the camera and take a pic before it gets washed away.
- But this time you ran.
- Yes, which creates a different energy, a different affect for the writing as it plays out in form.
- It’s like a weird kind of selfie etch-a-sketch, perhaps a more nuanced take on what a selfie can be.
- Everything I do is a nuanced take on what a selfie can be.
- Maybe you should be more selfie-effacing.
The most recent walking-poems from the Silicon Beach series:
Silicon Beach 1
Silicon Beach 2
Silicon Beach 3
Silicon Beach 4
Silicon Beach 5
Silicon Beach 6