A poet’s timeline

I’ve been perusing a great many twitter timelines on twitter lately. One timeline that I find delightful is this one by George Szirteshttps://twitter.com/george_szirtes.

He writes a series of one poem or maybe a continuous theme in 140 characters. The poem I followed was posted at various times of the day.

Everywhere was elsewhere. I knew the streets and I knew the faces and bodies. This was the map. Let’s haunt it, said the ghost.

As simple as that and rather effective. This looks like the future of poetry, though one thing that worries me is reading the poem backwards. Will that change the way we experience the poem or alter its intent?

During my long hiatus is April and May, I tried reading a book backwards and found that I was able to finish much faster. It works for non-fiction but poetry?

Apparently there is a reverse timeline app, though I haven’t figured that one out. More and more writers today are becoming tech geeks- no wonder about it. If your medium is technology, shouldn’t you try to understand your tools? Much more than paper and pencil.

I’ve been trying my hand at a couple of digi-poems as well; twitter could be a good place to start posting them.

Are there any poets whose twitter timelines you follow? Who are they?

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  1. O reader! if that thou canst read,- and know,

    ‘T is not enough to spell, or even to read,

    To constitute a reader; there must go

    Virtues of which both you and I have need;-

    Firstly, begin with the beginning (though

    That clause is hard); and secondly, proceed;

    Thirdly, commence not with the end- or, sinning

    In this sort, end at least with the beginning.

    Thus said Byron – a trend-settler there again.

    Do you really mean read backwards – “Ghost the said it haunt let’s…” or even “tsohg eht dias ti tnuah s’tel…”?

    The future of poetry? Why should there be just one future for poetry?

  2. The wind decides where the leaves will lay down…….
    and for that matter… do they really lay down.?…
    And upsite down or back to front….

  3. No one thinks he will really die, when he sees, in the evening,
    the sheaf of the crop. And the flood of grain in his hand that laughs at him.
    A wonder never appears alone.

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