Stream of consciousness...

I am not a big fan of writing `poetry' in formal terms, (see haiku thread :D ) tho' I have loved reading others' contributions here. I've been here 7 months now and am taking the dive into the deepend. Forgive me, I do this all the time... bleak dreary maybe sometimes lighter-hearted (?) looks into and out of my mind.

To start... from http://www.bartleby.com/65/st/streamco.html

Stream of Consciousness

"In literature, technique that records the multifarious thoughts and feelings of a character without regard to logical argument or narrative sequence. The writer attempts by the stream of consciousness to reflect all the forces, external and internal, influencing the psychology of a character at a single moment. The technique was first employed by Édouard Dujardin (1861–1949) in his novel Les Lauriers sont coupés (1888) and was subsequently used by such notable writers as James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, and William Faulkner. The phrase “stream of consciousness” to indicate the flow of inner experience was first used by William James in Principles of Psychology (1890). "

So here I go. Feel free to post your own, or, I suppose I'm also opening myself to criticism/critique/kudos? :P ...

I travel a lot and this is something from my recent wanderings to east coast.

tacky road-side clam shacks
swimming in stormy Atlantic waves coddled by penninsular metasandstone
New Scotland Loyalist history
listening to Hendrix whilst driving through Appalachian Green and White mountains, did you see?
Bay of Fundy cavorting whales
`locals' who smile and touch your arm
crowded blues bars
stopping by side of road to jump in river
horseback riding on Lake Champlain beach
delights of salty sandy newness, yet old ancient Canadian history embedded in the Maritime air
grrrr I hate
bitey bugs
sunburn
crap clueless drivers
people who gush and say I have an `accent'
pictures that don't possibly begin to show how it all really was
people who bump into you and spill your drink in crowded blues bars
having to go `home' :( people make `home'

Den, the beginning of your first poem would sound better without so many prepositions.

I like it a lot though. What's it about?

I'm sorry, I must have come off a little too cold and composed in my last comment. What I meant was that the 'stream-of-conscious' technique doesn't require the repeated use of prepositions to move from one thought to the next; the words alone are force enough. You can change the entire poem with just a sound, an assonance. It's the illusion of tapping into the reader's subconscious and allowing completely random thoughts to connect through like sounds. Of course, it's not all an illusion, the sounds are real, but the subconscious is not. Play with that idea. ;)

You want me to rewrite it?

Get on yer Yahoo! IM, we'll talk about it. ;)

Now why did you have to go and say something like that? :rolleyes:

Hahahah I'd try to `paint' you a picture with words but you'd go mad.

[Den is a poet, she's just humoring us. ;) ]

:P But I thought poets had no sense of humour? :D

Tell me 'Seinfeld' is not poetic . . .

Newman: "Hawaii . . . The most sought-after postal route of them all. The air is so dewy-sweet you don't even have to lick the stamps."

Salmon nose
Puddles raindrops rustling leaves going
Skies expanding into night
Russian uplifting samurai
What to think
Rendezvous lover dreamer seamless trains conversation
Aroused ideas inspirational patterns of thought forming
Food and feeding like animals that we are
Cliffs of a summer coast climbing onto grassy summits
White snaking waves weaving down below
Ships sail into my mind
Esse est percipi
Wise and benevolent
Haiku maker