Came across this To-Do list last week and it struck me as a form of found poetry.
Poem: Old To-Do List
Eliminate tabs in manuscript. Three hundred more pages. Make lunch. Make dinner. Cream of celery soup? Moisturize. Walk at least 6,000 steps, 7,000 better. Pick up dog hair — always pick up dog hair. Start a new jigsaw puzzle. Write note to DB. Keep reading about how to update website. Record emails of subscribers. Oh god — 600! Pick prompt for tomorrow. Keep reading DO YOU REMEMBER BEING BORN? Neaten password lists (Ha! Fat chance). Water mosquito plant. Vacuum upstairs rugs. Think about scrubbing the tub. Consider Wednesdays.
Yes, I always see my lists as poems!
You do? Funny! They are abbreviated and dense. Like poems.
I cut them apart and rearrange them
This is giving me an idea for a writing workshop! Thanks for this.
And they can be great in collages. ..
Lists as Creativity! My mom was a huge list person. I’ve started using them more lately. Maybe I’ll play with them and not just see ’em as a way to keep brain organized and accomplish things. Mmmm?
I used to be a much more rigorous list maker. I wonder what happened.