My father-in-law threw his hat into the Twitter ring so I did too. He's basically the trendsetter in our family. I figure if he can do it, I can do it. Although this has not been the case with making sausage from scratch, doing continental philosophy, and reading Korean.
Once I found out there's this whole Twitter conversation going on that I didn't know about before, I felt left out. So now I Tweet. It's like way easier to think in Tweets than blogs. Me bored from books now 2. I don't really understand most of Twitter. I don't know how to Retweet, or respond to someone specific. But I did learn how to post a picture. Since I don't do Sudoku, I figure it's a good way to keep my brain sharp and fend off senility. I understand that Twitter is used to market, network, and find relevant content, which isn't really my scene. But my husband gets a kick out of my tweets and since I don't iron his shirts or pack him a lunch, it's the least I can do.
Some people claim that Twitter shortens your attention span. I've only been Tweeting for a day so it's hard for me to say. What it's already done for me, however, is increase my capacity to enjoy poetry.
From time to time I'll really dig a poem, but as a genre it's not my favorite. It's too concentrated. I know that's the whole point of poetry but I'm at odds with it because I want to know for sure what you're talking about including any crossed out words and deleted stanzas and why you crossed them out. And what you had for dinner. Yesterday and today I've read 9 Horses and The Trouble with Poetry by Billy Collins. I'm totally into it. It's like reading Tweets.
What is striking about Billy Collins is that even though it is poetry--distilled and sparse, he somehow manages to include all the details I'm interested in. Maybe all poems are like that. I was just never patient enough before.
I'm happy that birds
have come into vogue.
Truly, it is a little surprising
because they don't even have hands
or, maybe, that's the appeal?
The part about wings.
Still, this poem is WAY too long for a Tweet. OK, so, I wrote that poem. NOT Billy Collins. Get your own Billy Collins.