can’t stop thinking about you.
“Miss our talks, Cupcake.”
Since this blog tends to cycle around various topics, I thought of what I haven’t done in a while. I post a lot of gym updates. I do a lot of general updates. I’ve written a couple of movie reviews lately. I’m overdue for a Geronimo (Sonoran desert tortoise) update, but there’s not much to report right now because I don’t see him often enough in this heat! Geronimo comes out ready to rock during summer storms, but it hasn’t rained much… I read yesterday that the last time we had such a dry summer was in 1988. They’re calling this year’s monsoon season the “Non-soon.”
It’s been a while since I’ve written a mental health update, but I do plan to do one in the near future. We’ve also got writing updates, office updates, pretty much you name it, etcetera, plus random thoughts and story-time posts.
Today, though, I come bearing a Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse poem. The last time I did one was in May.
For this fourth poem in my “Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse” series, I have a short lyric that’s as wistful and whimsical as the previous poems in this series.
Standard explanation: To create these poems, I skim through the list of Missed Connections entries on Craigslist and pick out the subject lines that intrigue me in some way. Then I arrange them into a shape that makes sense to me. This is actually a great creative writing exercise, I’ve found! I don’t change anything in these lines except for obvious typos (“sic” would disrupt the poem), neither do I alter punctuation or caps.
Standard disclaimer: Credit goes to those strangers who unwittingly dropped wonderful bits of poetry in Missed Connections for me to gather and combine.
Without further ado:
Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse, 4
Long ago and oh so far away
Floating past on the lazy river
Where the wild things are…
Hiking the mountain
Sitting on bed in the bed of a white truck
In and out
You know what makes my day sometimes? Missed Connections on Craigslist. I love this collection of writing, these strangers posting missives to one another.
It’s the entries’ titles that interest me, because those are the hooks. When I come across an entry titled “Asparagus Whisperer,” I smile. Not enough can be said of spontaneous smiling! When you’re alone at your computer and you smile out of amusement or affection, it’s genuine. A heartfelt smile intended for no one is a gift to yourself.
I went to Craigslist Missed Connections today and was rewarded, I guess, by the season… people seem to have been especially inspired by each other lately.
So here – I suppose this really has become something of a series! – I’ve collected my favorite hooks gleaned from about a month’s worth of Missed Connections entries. Credit goes to these strangers who unwittingly stopped by to drop bits of poetry for me to gather and combine.
I’ve probably explained this before, but again for you newer readers: I don’t change anything in these entry titles, save for obvious typos, as “(sic)” would muddy up the poem. I don’t add or change punctuation or caps. All I do is quickly skim through the entries and pick out the titles that intrigue me in some way, and I copy/paste them into a Word document.
Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse, 3
Hello, we met in the psych ward.
you switched to pharmacology after seeing a psychic
“They” say tue change purse has all the answers
Punk rock dude on 7th ave and indian school.
Serving up delicious pie
From Albuquerque to Vegas via Phoenix
Cruisin 7th. You took money for the show
Looking For the Classic Beauty at White Mountain Dispensary on 4/20
Missing that comic book girlie
Thoughtful woman who stopped at the Clean Freak
Looking for Michael the Bearded Bartender
Silver Cadillac on cave creek
Looking for my up, up, and away
Missed and missing still
Woman crying in car
I was at the movies alone – you were too.
People usually go to Craigslist’s “Missed Connections” looking to find themselves in the entries. I go to look for people who expose themselves as poets in the lyrical titles they write.
Many of you seemed to appreciate my “Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse” post, so I thought I’d peruse Missed Connections again to curate another one! It’s a joy to look through the entry titles with a poem in mind.
Enjoy this poem written by strangers, for strangers:
Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse, 2
It’s Raining in Mesa
Almost forgot the keys
Crimson lips and glasses
90’s Movie Moment in Safeway
Peaches n cream
Remembering “Red Velvet”
Missing our literature discussions
Do you like art?
Did you make the most of it?
In recovery news: I’ve been good! Better. Normal life resumes in a week. We did have to cancel our travel plans for Thanksgiving, unfortunately, but the bright side is that there’s always next year.
The last time I went out was when I stopped by Target after going to the doctor that day I got my rest orders. It was funny… I had to ask a young Target employee a question and then apologize for my low and raspy voice when I realized that I was barely comprehensible. She replied, “That’s okay. Were you screaming at a concert last night?”
I was vaguely pleased that someone would think I’d been screaming at a concert rather than recovering my voice from laryngitis.
Anyway, I wanted to share a poem today, but something different.
I have an old and intermittent habit of browsing Craigslist’s Missed Connections section for its wonderful, quirky lines of poetry left by people who don’t realize that they’re poets. Just scanning the first lines down the entry list reminds me of the Exquisite Corpse exercises we did in my graduate creative writing program.
I thought it would be interesting to put together a little Exquisite Corpse poem authored by strangers who left these first lines on Craigslist. I copied a random line, pasted it in, then quickly scrolled to another line (without thinking of the previous line) and copied it to paste in after the first, and so on. I grouped the lines into couplets, but I changed nothing. I didn’t add or take away punctuation marks or caps. I left the wording alone. All I did was copy, paste, and group the lines in twos.
The result… a poem written by strangers:
Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse
Tammy plus 20 years ago
I miss our connection
Cowboy in St. John’s…
Noticed each other driving, said what’s up
You were drunk, dressed like a unicorn and hopping on one leg
Spirit Halloween store Salvador Dali
Looking for the DJ from the Freakshow
Neon on a Friday
At the airport…
back after long summer
The girl with the pink hair
queen creek blonde pink streaks
Looking for girl at Wild Horse Pass
Your car broke down. You used my phone.