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    What I wrote while finding time to write


    What I wrote while finding time to write

     This week I wrote
    a lot of words
    about other stuff
    than I'd intended

    I wrote to friends and leads and family
    to customers and strangers
    to customers I like to call my friends
    and to some I'd rather call strangers

    I started to write about vision and patterns
    Even patterns in chaos and noise and debris
    I wanted to write about slowing down
    And the power & promise of depth over speed

    Still

    For the most part, nights and days
    skipped and blurred into a grey disc -
        Flat.
    As far as I could see

    And I wrote letters, posts, specs and reminders
    and occasional notes about what drives me

    I wrote of dissent and reconciliation
    and that if our NO is not OK to express
    then any YES is meaningless...

    ...Then I made a shopping list.

    I wrote online & offline
    in blogs and web pages
    search engines and wikis

    I wrote to document, estimate, invite and remember

    I wrote with my phone
    and I wrote on my hand
    There are receipts and post-its
    in my pocket
    with writing that I
    wrote on them

    I wrote this week in margins, while reading others’ writing,

    I wrote on keyboards, whiteboards and black

    I wrote with a stylus on screens
    and with thumbs on a gadget

    I wrote in chat windows and web forums
    and on the printout of an email message

    I wrote in Excel and Word and Power point

    On index cards.
    With inkjet printers.

    I wrote my name on a dozen credit card receipts
    and at least one thank you note, I think.

    I wrote directions on a business card
    And used a marker on a storage box

    I wrote down just how long it took
    to do a lot of what I did
    Then wrote estimates of how much longer
    What is left will take to do

    Somehow I'm still hard pressed
    to say just where all that time went

    I wrote appointments, checks and balances
    Words of truth and fallacy
    But very little of the kinds of things I’d thought I'd write.
    - A few precious feelings, sounds and scenes

    So now my skull is roaring with
    the wrestling of open loops
    and missed announcements
    of all the words I didn't write

    They roll & entwine, snap and remind

    Threaten, encourage and make themselves rhyme

    Yet end up, at best, on that day’s TO DO list

    The week was a-scrawl with pencils and pens
    A-wash in the din of the click and the beep

    All those bursts and leaks
    of word and symbol
    Forgotten.

    Turned to language litter

    And now they speak from where I left them
    on the roadsides of each day
    of the speed with which I wrote or
    scribbled them along the way

    Assembled and recycled, here
    The rhythm of their read back lines
    A eulogy for words I spilled
    while looking for some time to write.


    Randy Weeks
    July 2006


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