I feel like I go off on tangents all the time. I rarely follow one train of thought. I’m a topic hopper. If you like to bounce around topics, we’ll get along just fine. If you like to follow one train of thought, we might have problems. Not serious problems though because I really do like to have fun.
I write mostly with this method of giving myself over to wherever my mind will take me. It’s a great device for poetry. I almost don’t have to think in a way it all just comes out. Not thinking really works for me. I mean I do it all the time. It’s when I actually think that I run into problems. That’s what happened when I researched streams of consciousness on the net.
I became confused … because I was thinking. On my research jag, I found this writing device called automatic writing. It’s something good old Freud came up with to get all those inner thoughts out into the open. It’s basically writing on automatic pilot which is how I feel I write. Now I’m not sure what to do with this post because things are not coming together. So I go further. I like to go for broke.
So then, I came across this blurb on spiritualists that use automatic writing to communicate with spirits from beyond. Maybe I’m not really writing any of this and it’s just some crazy bad ghostie controlling my fingers as I tap at the words that I think seem to make sense in some backward way.
I don’t know how to wind this sucker up. As such, here is my poem and I seriously I don’t know how the heck I wrote it. Oh well, such is life.
I follow a stream
it would seem
a simple thing
but I fight it for thinking linearly
Where this will lead I’ll never know
travelling today and more tomorrow
I follow a stream to the other side of the moon
where wolf dogs howl and other travelers loom
I see a tree blossom fully with books
and horses with pink saddles and fishermen without hooks
I follow a stream to a river then ocean
engulfed in oblivion; feeling like lotion
I start on a raft and then stop on a liner
Views of still beauty from a comforting recliner
I follow a stream further, deeper down a channel
now facing the darkness, it’s reality I can’t handle.
I followed the stream ending wherever it ends
real world or mind travel, which is better?
For some Freud fun, check out the word association game on the forums.“Fun, what is dis fun, I don’t do fun. So just tell me already, you vant to sleep wiz your fahzer or what.”