That we go back to life one day, the next,
Some other century where we were alive,
When music spelled itself out to us, often
Incomplete, and nothing was more vague
Than the banality of whom to love and lose
In line, the doppelgangers in rimless snow,
Or even now, in summer, at day, by night,
When something oblivious, replete, turns
Back at us in idolatrous quiet, so we see
Who in nullified particulars we really are
At a desk of our own making, filling in for
Someone else’s life sentence, blots drying
On a silk tie having no meaning but today’s,
When the loner puts his insomnia to rest.
Source: Poetry (January 2014).
Random Connections Exercise
Participants break into groups of two. Without consulting each other, one person should come up with a "Why?" The other should come up with a "because". Some of the links work beautifully. Others are bizarre, but they might work even more beautifully.
Try the exercise with if/then and I used to/but now.
Some examples:
Why do I see the things in your eyes?
Because the TV is on.
Why do I have to grow up.
Because you broke it.
I used to be afraid of the dark,
But now I can't see a thing.
I used to fall in love at the drop of a pin,
But now I sleep with my eyes open.
Try the exercise with if/then and I used to/but now.
Some examples:
Why do I see the things in your eyes?
Because the TV is on.
Why do I have to grow up.
Because you broke it.
I used to be afraid of the dark,
But now I can't see a thing.
I used to fall in love at the drop of a pin,
But now I sleep with my eyes open.
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