Can you trace the neuron firing
That is thinking about
The neuron firing?
The exact same thought
So that
You see your own thought?
And if you could, would there be some kind of
Neuronal feedback loop
Maybe
Your brain
Would plain explode
Like those aliens in Mars Attacks!
When they heard Tom Jones
I know
A story about Tom Jones
I can’t repeat it here
As I might
Get sued for libel
And I don’t know for certain
Whether it was true
‘I never thew my knickers at you’
What a crazy song lyric
But not as stupid as
‘Make hay not war’
Thank you Catatonia
For rendering my thoughts
Ridiculous as
They are.
I wrote this for dVerse Meeting the Bar hosted by Grace, who set us the task ‘write a stream of consciousness poem.’ Sometimes my thoughts come out as streams of nonsense like this!
This was a grand ride, a synaptic shivering snake of imagery, thoughts, and poetics. As an actor, I heard that Tom Jo\nes was hung like a mule .
Genius!!!
“Can you trace the neuron firing
That is thinking about
The neuron firing?”
That is when I knew my brain would be going through hoops of fire before exploding completely. 😀
I love this so much–you delineate your consciousness writing very well with your observations and humor throughout this piece. About the beginning lines, I often wonder about the context of our consciousness and subconsciousness. Where do our thoughts originate from? This is probably more related to psychology, but it is fascinating to ponder what causes us to ponder as we then ponder the origin of what we originally pondered.
Beautiful and fascinating writing!
I’m pleased you enjoyed it, Lucy. The first thought is one I’ve had often since I first saw someone having a brain scan in a documentary. So I started with that and just followed where it led. But where do the thoughts come from in the first place? God knows!
love it.. the way it travels to wonderful scenarios so well described.
I’m pleased you enjoyed it 😊
I so love where your thoughts took you – Tom Jones story, smiles. Thanks for joining in. Hope you had a lot of fun.
Thank you, this was a fun one to write: nice to write something lighthearted every now and again. Thanks for hosting!
I enjoyed this so much – I like your sense of absurdity!
All linked, but with a humour that makes me think the underlying thoughts are unstressed and relaxed. I hope so!
Yes, in this case certainly!
🙂
I love it Ingrid. It’s great.
xoxo
Thanks – a bit crazy but that’s what this type of writing is about, I suppose!
It’s a great piece. That’s all it matters.
This was great fun. I’d love to know more about tossed knickers and Tom Jones, and “making hay and not war” makes perfect sense to me, so long as the sun shines.*
(*Old saying “Make hay while the sun shines”)
I think it was traditional to throw one’s knickers at Tom Jones during concerts in his heyday (no pun intended!) and both quotes are song lyrics, if you click the links you can listen to the songs!
No nonsense here … love the knickers ~ I wanted to throw mine at Bruce Springsteen (five times.)
Gotta love The Boss 🤣
Wow! 😮😮😮
This is great! Splendidly sculpted poetry, Ingrid.
Thank you Rishika!
Sometimes our thoughts get really discombobulated as you have shown here! Well done…
dwight
Great ride! Thanks for the journey. 😄😊🥰
You’re welcome 😊
your poem made me think about how i think and the process of thinking itself. well done!
This is lovely, Ingrid, fun and full of thrown-knicker surprises. I love where the neuronal feedback loop takes us!
Love how you ended up with Tom Jones…
Not me personally, of course! 😅