Ian Hatcher

so I said "why"

When downward , no matter how .
you didn't believe exactly what you thought of me .

I said I was ill from writing a poem I was nothing.
Not even a thing that simmers in the deep as long as the
water keeps still in time, air and space . ...

you love nothing of what I keep inside my own

Opening Sources is an internet poem written continuously by anonymous authors. You may click any word and alter it to whatever else you'd prefer. Your changes will appear instantly to anyone else with the site open and be visible to subsequent readers.

You are encouraged to try to "improve" the poem you found here. What this might mean is up to you.

The writing process began in April 2008. Edits are not monitored for content or logged. Once overwritten, previous versions of the poem disappear forever.

On occasions this poem is read live as a performance. In these events, the poem is projected on a screen and the audience is invited to edit the text while it is read aloud repeatedly. A loop of feedback forms as the audience takes uncertain control over its collective voice.

— Ian Hatcher / ianhatcher.net