I have a new cell phone with voice recognition capabilities. The key for it looks like an ear of corn on the writing pad. I held it up to the radio to test it. The host from the local NPR classical music station was explaining the next piece he was going to play.
Here’s what was transcribed on my phone:
Jersey right now
visitation store some of my fathers
your girlfriend is a bunch of arkansas.
Sometimes I feel poetry is purposely written like that. I did a recent post on this subject, but maybe this confused jumble of words is a good starting point for a poem. An interesting prompt. I really like the last line. It makes me think of a jealous ex-girlfriend. A subtle or not-so-subtle putdown.
Prompts can come from a misunderstanding in what you thought you heard or read, a new way of looking at something, a whiff of a familiar scent in an unfamiliar setting. Even a cell phone message.
Excuse me while I work on this text.