You'll be added at this scourge

 

Waiting out a fire but oh, what lightness it brings!

Working on an example (hurry up and)--

First entry. Going quickly in Aug 2008.

Go to shrink already.

Now waiting for a drive--

we wanted Philly, thunderstorms and you--

What sounds of my arm?

What makes us again and/ only liquor?

The house filled with dogs and girth, 

so we survived.

Instructions for the smaller trees didn't thrive until

(in the boat

impending snow).

Yes, this afternoon.

History

(that compulsive habit),

some window into,

where a chain of used to be. 

 

  

Now of course nicely waited

I'd warmed dinner & we were looking

(good for lobsters, good for sea)

Don't you think

all's well?  We can't wait;

doing extensive repairs and sailing.

How close to horde quarters for shower and quiet?

That has its virtues--getting the laundry flapping.

Exactly. Weird tides is all.

With eucalyptus oil.

We made the cake to see this story?

This blurry zone, this loosened, fallen state?

My mind was missing.

We made the New Year ahead of me.

 

What did you?

#24 It's a rainy night (this was delicious, too).

How great is perfumed.

We had a happy stroll in the year here

(aw shucks guys, thanks so much for

cloud cover).

Now I long for sunlight, for blue sky, and for

love right back to a sabbatical and yes

lettuce,

still, enough, to feel sharp & happy!

It's up and back yesterday

the water is very far.

Did we feel as clear as spies in the garage?

(I'm home!)

Bring it in the new front window. Rain.

You'll be added at this scourge--

breakfast on the windowsills, waves shooting up

Funny, that's how far out to sea?

 

Phrases in this piece were generated by the Karinbot in What Would I Say, a program developed by a group of graduate students at the Princeton Hackathon last weekend.  Designed to pick up and regurgitate randomized bits of one's facebook posts, What Would I Say indexes one's major preoccupations--mine, unsurprisingly, include rain, the boat, the sea, food, psychology and politics. To develop this poem, I used What Would I Say to generate approximately 40 "posts," which I then stripped of excess verbiage and political content, and ordered (more or less as they emerged) in these conversational couplets. To try this program yourself, go to http://what-would-i-say.com/
 

For more information on the What Would I Say phenomenon, see Ian Crouch's New Yorker post: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/culture/2013/11/the-story-behind-what-would-i-say.html

Photos are from my archives; they were taken in 2009 or 2010 in West Quoddy, Halifax, Spry Bay and Mexico.