The Book of Faces Experiments

So, to explore Facebook's possibilities, aside from its overall uselessness, a couple of friends and I experimented with collaborative poetry. The main idea was to compile a poem based on wall posts as they appeared, in consecutive order. We could not review the chain as it progressed.

What learnings did I pull from this?

1. I'm a complete loser for finding this exciting.
2. It doesn't work when the other parties involved are actually cool; therefore, my nerd levels far surpass theirs.
3. Nothing good comes out of it aside from sophomoric ramblings.
4. I'm totally doing this again.

Just let me be
but for a lifetime
blissful

But the disdain ceaselessly
drips
from
my
brain

Apathetically pooling around
my unworn feet

It makes no sense
but I like it

Creating swells
breaking the shore
without sleep this chimera endures.

The Lost Archives

(Unsuspecting Spaniard in a tiny town near Jaca)

So, I had a lovely and blossoming collection of ramblings, poetic meditations, etc. from some Spain and Morocco adventures, but I left it all in a hostel in San Sebastian! Now, the only DNA that remains is here, thanks to... Facebook. So, thank you book of faces for recording a sole stanza.

It's a bit out of context, but it stems from an abandoned village at the base of the Sierra Nevadas.

Hollowed ghost town
Pregnant with foliage
Gorging on the ruins of man's infestation.

Te he, it's a bit base, but I still like the imagery of life's natural cycles continuing, regenerating and thriving even after the brief, yet forceful, human presence has come and gone like an angry tempest.