I recently received an email from an old high school acquaintance. I hadn’t seen him since graduation, and even then, we weren’t particularly close. I responded to him and we spoke a few more times via text message.
I don’t normally text message much; most of my communiqués go out via email for various delivery reasons. However, my friend Rob uses text messages almost exclusively. As we corresponded, I noticed his poetry, despite the limitations of the text message format. I’ve included some of Rob’s poetry, so I can share it.
hey babe wassup u? i jus wntd 2 say U look gud L O L
I often drift away from the spoken word as an art form, and every once in a while, poetry drags me back. It is one thing to work with a brush or charcoal; it is another to work within language. There is beauty in the limitations of the spoken word, and I love that Rob can share such intimacy in his haiku, which I broke down into its more familiar western layout.
hey babe wassup u?
i jus wntd 2 say U
look gud L O L
Rob’s poem is masterful in both its simplicity and its complexity. Here is one who truly challenges me to interpret the meaning of his cipher. I struggled with his piece for a while before finally responding and asking for a hint.
what u mean u no get?????? liked u in HS but 2 shy u still hot like day we met want 2
give dat ass a try
Again, here’s his response poem, in a more conventional format
what u mean u no get??????
liked u in HS but 2 shy
u still hot like day we met
wnt 2 give dat ass a try
Here Rob goes for a more retro approach by an exchanging rhyme couplet. After struggling with the allegory of his poem, I replied to Rob once again. I’ve tried to understand the layout of the one below, but I haven’t been able to figure it out. Rob hasn’t responded to me in a couple of days, so if you can help, let me know!
–Dana
poem??? wtf dis isnt dat hard i want to hav sex wit u