When Pinterest isn’t a complete waste of time (2012 Poem #3)
Have you discovered Pinterest yet, dear reader? If you haven’t, don’t. It’ll ruin your life.
If you have, then you know as well as I do that you can lose hours looking at pictures of cute puppies, girls with nice abs (fitness inspiration, my ass), and things made out of mason jars and doilies. It’s utterly ridiculous, and utterly addicting.
It took me a while, but I finally figured out that there’s more to Pinterest than the popular pins. There’s also a ton of interesting photography, art, and design. Pretty and (or) disturbing things that lead to pretty and (or) disturbing images in poems. So I started using Pinterest as a vision board of sorts. One for my dissertation (the mobster project) and one for my latest (and longest running) obsession with demolition. Anywho…today I made a poem happen and it comes largely from pictures on Pinterest. Take that, oh-internet-gods-of-time-wasting.
This poem will self-destruct in 24 hours.
This time next week
*Poof*
Nice. Thanks for the process note and the draft. There’s a ton of energy in those short lines. Hope it thrives.
Thanks, Sandy!
I wonder what Harold Pinter would have thought of Pinterest…
I can’t say for certain, but I imagine Mr. Pinter would not have been a fan.