#145: Flying by the Seat of My Pants

Flying by the Seat of My Pants

It’s Easter,
and I’m flying by the seat of my pants,
winging it,
making it up
as I go along,
which is,
really,
what I’ve been doing
all along,
each day,
each moment:

flying
by the seat of my pants.

Bonus Commentary:  I improvised this silly little poem into my phone–I took a few passes, and each time the poem changed slightly, so I guess you could say that the poem did in fact go through a kind of revision process.  But this is interesting to me: after transcribing the text of the poem and making on the page what I thought were reasonable choices about line breaks, I noticed some significant pauses in the video reading that weren’t represented in the text of the poem.  Should the way a poem appears on the page approximate in some significant way how its writer would read it out loud?  I don’t know, but in the moment of asking myself that questions I decided in the affirmative.  And so I went back and made line break changes to honor the way the poem was “read,” to create those same pauses on the page that I improvised into my phone.

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2 responses to “#145: Flying by the Seat of My Pants

  1. It’s pretty gutsy…a video selfie. At some point I might venture into Videoland, but as for now it feels safe being anonymous…just a gal typing some words on a page. Hats off for the courage to post a video! I couldn’t tell whether you were being humorously serious, or seriously humorous…maybe both?

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