Dreaming of Pinot: 3:15 Experiment Poetry
Strange this glass I bring to my lips
to sniff has no scent no taste
the pinot noir in it not real
the glass none of it all of it
an act of active imagination
of the dreamworld
it just seems so real
I could pinch the people around me
and they would squeal
This next yes a winery
glasses on hand wine poured
this is not real either
we are hosting tweeting
there are young men
talking to my lovely young college aged daughter–
except I have no daughter–
I can’t read my notes on the wine
& I don’t remember actually tasting it.
I’ve moved onto another dream
another lifetime a different dreamtime
come visit over or 2
will tidy you
3/22/12 August 22, 2012 3:15am Ventura, CA
I started this blog in November 2007; in blog years, it’s quite the senior citizen. Over that time it’s amassed over 450,000 page views which is also quite a lot considering it is such an eclectic collection of poetry, politics, and various shenanigans and adventure like Burning Man, wine and bicycling as performance art.
Over the years, I have tried to post poetry on Mondays–a nice way to start the week, I figure. Many of the poems have come from the 3:15 experiment where poets around the world wake to write every night at 3:15am during the month of August; the experiment is in its 20th year and for the 20th anniversary, we are editing an anthology. I’ve been reading through the poems on the 3:15 website looking for those we might want to include as well as looking for synchronicities, convergences, divergences, and just anything that might be of interest considering what we have is a 20 year collection of writing from poets who are half awake and half asleep, writing as individuals and collectively, writing at home and together around the world all at the same time.
The poem above is from this year’s 3:15 experiment. It was written not long after I returned home from the 2012 Wine Bloggers Conference.
I’ll also be posting some links to poems that I am finding and liking on the website, organized by year, that we might include in the anthology. Of course, these will be just the ones I like; I’d love to hear about your favorites.
Related articles
- 3:15 Experiment Celebrates 20 years of writing in altered states of consciousness (artpredator.wordpress.com)
- Oh, The Places You’ll Go: Burning Man 2012 (artpredator.wordpress.com)
- #PinotSmackdown: How To Taste Pinot Noir according to Robin Pfeiffer (winepredator.wordpress.com)
- Wines for Burning Man and Other All Terrain Occasions (winebiznews.blogspot.com)
- I can not be a poet, the poems are in me: An online interview with Lisa M Brown (copyleftwebjournal.wordpress.com)
art predator 
Love the idea of writing in the middle of the night. I so often awaken with words tumbling around in my brain but I am too tired to get up and write them down. After years of waking all night to take care of my children, I think I’ll give myself the gift of sleep for now, but may adopt this idea in the near future!
I know! The August I was breastfeeding and getting up several times a night I gave up after writing only a few times. I’ll be sure to invite you next year–maybe you’ll be ready to join us then!
Reblogged this on wine predator and commented:
Do you ever dream of tasting wine? Here’s one of mine! I had it soon after I returned from WBC 12.