Good Timing, Andy
by Aaron White
Car felt ready to fold up.
Ice flipping powdery rippling blacktop like on a windy beach.
Night clerk loaned her teakettle.
Monday morning went to get lobby coffee, glanced out door to outdoor pool, and that had dumped a load all over, in for audition.
Table; challenging and new that aren't going to be produced by attending audition.
Auditioned like a green tea drinker a Red Bull drinker.
Chatted with, and many them got no.
Enticing offer, except required being away for year... and a newlywed.
Packed and loaded car, incidentally glancing down hall to parking level that flooded ankle-deep with runoff.
looking good gloomy no change there.
took down a highway, off a ramp before end, into an area that clearly a week ago toppled reveal that too much.
Hunt oddly building.
Good timing, Andy.
I wrote the preceding poem by working through this blogpost as an assignment for a free online poetry class (which I'm taking though Coursera from Professor Al Filreis, whose podcast Poem Talk is essential listening).
For this exercise, I removed every word with the letter "S".
The results were promising but insufficient, so I removed all the "of"s and "the"s, most of which were now lacking referents and just cluttering up the place.
Still too much, so I removed first-person pronouns and my least favorite remaining sentence from each paragraph.
Still not satisfied, I removed all but one sentence from each paragraph.
Finally I went through each line and scapeled out whatever I pleased.
Then I lightly polished the grammer and punctuation, capitalizing words that were now the beginnings of sentences, etc.
I'm pleased with the results, not because I think I've created great art, but because the process of reducing the memory this way gives me a sensation of letting go. The residue of this pivotal event reduced to tea leaves which may be read and interpreted, or rinsed out of the cup. I hope you enjoyed it.