It’s important to me to write every day. I’m a writer; that’s what I do. But I’ve been writing every day for a long time and it’s become a habit that I find it irritating not to complete every day. It’s gotten to the point that I identify writing, along with some form of exercise, as really key to maintaining an overall positive state of mind.
One byproduct of doing this is that I will sometimes generate material that I later completely fail to recognize. It’s usually something I’m writing between projects, a brief idea that I explore and that turns out, a page or two later, to be nothing, or a writing exercise I make myself do just to get going.
I found a really striking example of this phenomenon today, looking through some old files. I don’t know what this was about or where I might have thought I was going with it, but finding it delighted me. I love everything about it, perhaps no element more than how little of it there is.
But enough hype. Here it is: “Untitled (Coffee shop fart)”:
In case the screen shot isn’t displaying properly, the poem (dated 8/29/14) reads
Coffee shop fart fills
The pause between two songs
In the coffe
That’s it. Your guess is as good as mine.