Saturday, January 17, 2009

Creative uses of Twitter

A couple of people mentioned Twitter to me recently, so I signed up and put Twitter on my blog. I'm not in any way under the impression that anyone would want to "follow me" on Twitter, but I started thinking there might be creative ways to use it. It could make me more mindful of what I'm doing and thinking. It could help me to commit parts of poems to memory. I've already gotten a Haiku out of it: and isn't that what entries on Twitter are? Moments of a life, spontaneous observations, just like a Haiku? If I can catch a passing thought before it evaporates to nothing, so much the better. If Twitter can help me to do that, then I'm going to be a Twittering fool.

I could make more use of Twitter if I had a Blackberry, but I don't have a cell phone of any sort. So for now I'll be Twittering from my school and home computers.

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The Secret of Hurricanes : That article in the Waterville Scout said it was Shake- spearean, all that fatalism that guides the Kennedys' lives. The likelihood of untimely death. Recently, another one died in his prime, John-John in an airplane. Not long before that, Bobby's boy. While playing football at high speeds on snow skis. Those Kennedys take some crazy chances. I prefer my own easy ways. Which isn't to say my life hasn't been Shake-spearean. By the time I was sixteen, my life was like the darkened stage at the end of Hamlet or Macbeth. All littered with corpses and treachery.

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