Thinking It Over

Thinking Over Emma's Poem!


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Now obviously you gotta listen to this unfortunately long episode to understand the purpose of it. But I’ll lay it out gently here as well: Emma sent me a poem for to think over. I go through the particularities of formatting in arduous detail, and talk at length about the considerations. All in all, it takes me about thirty minutes to make some minor edits because of the amount of communication around them. This is fun if you are someone who does not bore easily, and are curious what kind of things I think about after writing for years, only to arrive finally at mediocrity.

Special thank you to Emma for volunteering their work to be scrutinized, it is a vulnerable thing.

Here is Emma’s Original Poem:

I Will Have A Panic Attack

Down in the middle of the
Mosh (no) conversation (no)
Pit
I lose the thread of
Why this
Motivation of how why anyone would
Partake in this
Sinister brand of
World collapsing around me and
Everyone else all
At once
Air a precious
Reason to clamor for square
Inches of hot
Breath instead
Wishes for outside
Crisp, spacious
Smoke and tires shedding millions of
Microplastics a second and
Anything
In the space where space goes forever until
The atmosphere that is
Eroding away at
Least
I cannot smell someone’s
Bad perfume laced with
Headaches or
Unflossed
Teeth
Crop
dusting
A field denser than any corn but
at least ten times less
biodiverse
For one more moment or
Else

And here is the edited piece!

A NOTE: I had noticed when I first read the poem the way in which the line

‘the atmosphere that is’

could be understood. But forgot and missed it when I was doing edits. I stand by the usage of ‘which’ to change the pacing, but given the intention behind it and how successful it is I have changed it back in the edit below, with added punctuation to better inform the reading as a qualifier. “that is”

Pick your poison.

I Will Have A Panic Attack

Down in the middle of the
mosh-conversation
Pit
I lose the thread of
Why this
Motivation of how-why- anyone would
partake in this
Sinister brand of
world collapsing around me and
everyone else all
At once
Air a precious
reason to clamor for square
inches of space thus occupied-
-Hot Breath-
wishes for outside-
Crisp, Spacious
Smoke and tires shedding millions of
microplastics a second and
anything - happening
in the space where space goes
forever until
The Atmosphere, that is,
eroding away at
least
I cannot smell someone’s
bad perfume laced with
headaches or
unflossed
teeth
crop
dusting
A field denser than any corn but
at least ten times less
biodiverse
for one more moment or
Else

If you are at all interested in having your work picked over publicly, message me. It might feel nice to be examined, to be the center of attention.

Thanks as always for listening,

Oliver



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Thinking It OverBy with Oliver Burell