More on my B-Day: I’ve picked up another couple of phrases at work, but nothing scintillating and nothing yet that really feels like it’s likely to spark a poem so I’m just about to repair to a nearby cafe to practise the art of creative eavesdropping.
If nothing else, this is certainly making me think about what does and does lead me into poetry, what qualities of a phrase spark off the impulse to poetry. More anent that at a later date, perhaps. If I haver on too long here, I’ll never get Bugging. (Or is it Buggeding?)