Friday, July 30, 2010



Where would we search for the impulse.
In the pulse, the solar plexus, the temples.
In the inner itch of fingers reaching for
a pen, or other fingers. Abruptly.
How does it happen, without warning,
unexpectedly. Out of nowhere, from
where do you derive this inspiration.
You find your mouth moving,
words rushing out, winged. An impulse
enters, instantly materializing.
Has it always been there, implanted
at the molecular level and waiting
to detonate, all of a sudden.


  1. Wow!

    You step away from it all and ask the primal question - recognizing that asking the question is the answer.

  2. yes, an excellent question. I really like the one word sentence 'Abruptly.' Very effective in controlling the flow of the poem and drawing attention to the word.

  3. Very cool. I love the idea of an impulse waiting to detonate.

  4. I love this. Fitting that it should be described as something abrupt, without warning, etc... often I find myself with something in my mind, without warning, and freaking out because i don't have a pen and paper.

    It could happen at any moment.

  5. This poem is a great exploration. I've found myself in the rare moment, taking pause, perhaps waking up in bed, purposely frozen, reflecting on the mechanism that makes a finger move, an arm reach, or a word form on the lips. Scientifically, some firing of something, some neural this or that- but we all know that's not where the impulse truly exists. And then there's the fascinating impulse of creativity, which your poem brilliantly addresses.

  6. Interesting that the photos in the series are all of "ballpoint pen and _______", and some do indeed resemble explosions. Where do you find these things?

  7. Wonderful and totally surprising. I never thought...


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