The First Three Words

A stream-of-consciousness post. Pretentious. Indulgent. But oh well. My poetry writing class started last night. I have to write a poem about an object or a place. I’m having difficulty because I’m too critical of myself because I suffer from memory stains from my fiction writing workshops. I know I have it in me, I just need to begin. I’m brainstorming places I’ve been and what the consequences were, what they might mean in a larger context of my life. Of life in general. So far I’m too distracted. I’m trying not to get back on coffee, but it’s getting harder. I need it to help me knock on my muse’s door.

At any rate, just for fun, I thought I’d post this little game I found on Tumblr. Try it if you’re inclined. I think it ties in with my state of mind right now. The first three words of a poem; the first three words of a story; the first three words that rise to my mouth in the morning; first thought best thought (I don’t agree with that), and so forth.

I got NOIR, MEME, AND MEN. I didn’t understand “MEN,” so I cheated and did it a fourth time and got…MAN. Hmmm. Don’t know what that means, but it’s all grist for my poems. I do tend to be a NOIR-ish person, where for years I wore nothing except black and wrote grave-side stories. And MEME…well, that might refer to my penchant for literature, for English classes, etc. But MEN/MAN? I think it could mean that my protagonists have usually been male. I’ve gone through phases of my life where I have wondered about my sexuality, which has mostly been a-sexual. The most erotic organ is the brain, and that’s what I use to read fiction, so. There you go.

If you like, leave the three words you found that describe you in the comment section. Have fun.