Doc has a love-hate relationship with technology. We once had a long discussion about his fascination with my own relationship to it. I was born in a transitory time, so I’m old enough to remember a time before the Internet and cell phones were common, but young enough to reap the benefits of having grown up with them. He’s told me multiple times that I’m an old soul, mainly because my writing style is, in his words, “mature.”
He really does forget I’m only 23 a lot. When we talk about books, he never seems to remember that he’s got a 28 year head start on me and tosses out all this obscure stuff
Anyway, I was ruminating on all of that tonight and this happened.
You can find my “timeline of intersection points” here
*Forgot to mention, but I was actually imitating Doc when I wrote this. For him, poetry is personal, and attempt to get at a truth. The poems he's given me are very conversational and reliant on context; while I think this one can stand on it's own, knowing the context will add an extra dimension.