Ever so often I get asked why I don't write poetry anymore. Honestly, I'm surprised someone asked. I lost my creative touch right around the same time I moved into the building across the street from where I worked and became a workaholic.
Prior to that I spent a lot of time in my truck commuting through Atlanta traffic to and from downtown via a suburb 35 miles northwest of my office. When I was on the road, I thought...a lot.
Prior to that I didn't have a truck or the job downtown. I rode MARTA (Metro Atlanta Rail Transit Authority) and CCT (Cobb County Transit...blah blah blah, I'll stop boring you with the details) to and from my job at a grocery store deli. When I was on that bus, I thought...a lot.
Prior to that, I spent a lot of time in boring liberal arts classes in college. Anyone who knows me knows that I could really give a damn about Philosophy, Shakesphere (I spelled it wrong on purpose), and anything else non-math related taught above a high school level. When I was stuck in those classes, I thought...a lot.
Do you see a pattern? The lack of idle thinking time to write poetry decreased my urge to ...well..write poetry. Since July of 2003 (the month and year I moved into a loft across the street from my job) my truck has only been driven 3,000 miles. Since then I have never had to ride the CCT bus. With the invention of the laptop computer with wireless internet access, Blackberry's, and MP3 players, DVR, and XBox Live, it is safe to say that idle thinking time to write poetry has vanished off of the face of the earth.
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That really sucks Leon. Maybe you should enroll yourself into another boring Shakespeare class just so you'll have time to "think". :-)
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