Yesterday I posted a pic called: "he promised to return; she waited", that captured comments from a couple of my close neighbors – entirely to be expected – I was thinking of them when I posted it, given the things they’ve responded to in the past, and was glad to see they took notice.
After that it didn’t generate a whole lot of comments, but it did generate a lot of “faves” – which is kind of like bookmarking an image for later, so you can come back to it easily and see it again. Most of the faves were from strangers – folks who live in the neighborhood who maybe I’ve only seen on the other side of the street before, if I’ve seen them at all.
That’s usually a good sign that the image wound up in Explore – which is the Top 500 “interesting” photos on Flickr for the day. “Interestingness” is determined by an algorithm that I don’t believe they’ve published anywhere, but I suspect has something to do with the volume of 1) views, 2) comments, 3) faves, and 4) the clout of the folks who view, comment and fave the pic. A quick Scout search uncovered the truth: baby hit 49/500. That’s a good day on Flickr.
And the pic -- called he promised to return; she waited -- generated something else -- something that makes me marvel and adore the crazy jazz scat mash up world that is Flickr – where a bunch of strangers get together and make stuff up and throw it out to the crowd to see if it sticks – it generated a poem from a someone I haven’t met before called *(+..+)*, who slipped this into my inbox without comment:
Emotional baggage
I waited up all night
For you again
And all I got was bags under my eyes
I gate check them, board the plane
And end up at your door
You told me where to go
But I had to find my way here
I stand on your porch like a kid whos missed the bus
And maybe the punch line to lifes joke
Cause Im not laughing
The airport lost my luggage
And Im left naked for you to discover
I said youd wait you told me I was right
Laughing as I sit here alone
Hope you make it before you room-mate get home
I couldnt ex-plane my self if I wanted too
I walk around back
To the sunny side of the house
Hoping to catch a break
And a glimpse of you in it
Sand in my toes and butterflies in my stomach
Fly me back to reality
Its four oclock in the morning
And I missed you again
*(+..+)*
1 comment:
this is so cool. i hope someday i'll inspire someone to write poetry. at this point, i'm just glad not to get hate mail.
;)
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