Doodles

Friday, 27 March 2009 13:13:50

Sitting in a cafe with a bit of time on my hands - always a good moment to think about writing. I'm surprised there aren't more poems about cafes and bars.  Doodling on the napkin. It's soft but not too soft - the ball-pen makes good clear marks on it. Seeing faces, I draw circles, vals, nothings, zeros. I notice that on the bill it doesn't say drinks and food as separate items, but 'wet sales' and 'dry sales'.  It makes me want to create a seashore scene where we have wet seals and dry seals, or maybe fishermen with wet sails and dry sails. But this is getting me nowhere. I begin to doodle words instead of lines and designs. 'Are they Os or faces? / need traces of smiles / or grimaces' I doodle, thinking of what you need to do to turn an empty circle into a face like a smiley.