Flying by the Seat of My Pants
and I’m flying by the seat of my pants,
making it up
as I go along,
what I’ve been doing
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.
2 thoughts on “#145: Flying by the Seat of My Pants”
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?
Maybe both. Thanks, Lorien!