MetaWriting

Actually getting some writing done these days, and not just revising “Pig.”  Got four new poems to present to the workshop tonight, and a couple new ones that I’m not going to present ’cause I don’t have time.  Got fascinated by the word “sussurus” while I was in OK City–mostly ’cause I was always in a crowd of people I didn’t know.  Got two poems out of it:

Sussurus One

Voices rise and fall in waves,
a soul-shattering sussurus of sound,
one voice after another cutting through
the clattering cacophony.
Alliteration’s agility agonizes over ambient airwaves.
Noise pollution puttering, sputtering over
people’s passionate partaking in
parties of pundits.

(Note:  didn’t say they were good, just said I was writing.  Sometimes it’s not what you write, it’s that you write.)

Sussurus Two

Sussurus of sound sweeps in waves–past me, through me,
lulling me into just another molecule of voicery,
making sense only to the proximal,
the distant distal sinister as always,
shushing the nearer into further confusion.