Entry 580 — “Poem Becomes Another Person”
Poem Becomes Another Person
One day Poem spontaneously
became another person, Problem.
He shrugged it off. His author no doubt
no longer had any more chores for
him as a combination poem/alter ego.
He assumed he was still an alter ego–
his author had never shown any ability to create
a human being of any complexity at all
that wasn’t 97% himself.
Problem wandered around for several lines
without being or encountering anything
problematic.
Was that a problem? He quickly
spiffled a gumshoe, rhinestones
being out of fashion.
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Wednesday, 30 November 2011, 4 P.M. A pleasant-enough day. I ran around seven this morning, planning to cover a mile but only was able to run half that. I blame it on going too fast to begin with–after not having run for two or more weeks. Not that I start all that fast. After walking a little, I ran a little, and felt good. I ran a hundred yards or so after that, feeling almost like I was really running. After breakfast, I got another exhibition hand-out done, and worked some on my Hardy Boys mathemaku. It’s not framed, so I’m replacing a framed one with it–mainly because I want to get the framed one unframed so I can scan it into my computer. I have to have a computer copy of it somewhere but haven’t been able to find it. Its framing was professionally done, so I don’t want to mess with it. I’ll take it to the frame shop I’ve done business with and have the guy there switch poems. Along the way, I had two short naps. I feel pretty okay now. I’ve done all my chores, getting a short blog entry out of the way a little while ago, and not having work on the book to do for a few more days. Reading–another Clancy (mainly)–and A new game of Civilization, with my Civilization winning streak up to 3.
Later note: I wrote a second exhibition hand-out for the day, a little commentary on my Hardy Boys mathemaku.
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