My Google Keep note for a Guardian piece hits my limit for tags, but not a per note tag, rather, a limit in available tags.
The limit would not affect most writers perhaps, but my interests are, er, expansive, polyglot, and might seem problematic to most focussed persons.
As a poet, i may yet try to capture the ___ person's view of someone like me.
I say "like me" and not "such as me" because i do want to suppose that there are some normal people with my wide interests: genuine polymaths with stable careers.
I rely on Google Keep as both an android app and a PC app (an odd poet, such as myself, has neither a Microsoft Surface nor an Apple iPad.)
If you are like me, your brain is buffetting before another violent stall and then a spin. Hard opposite rudder, ease forward on the control column or stick, should recover, but one day, will spin inverted, spin on your back, spin on your spine, spin supine, G forces to carry yoyr ashes to earth, on this, the one Earth, bound to a common centre, Moon, Terra, librating moon, fearless of Ganymede, moon loved by grandson, grandson beloved.
Will i live to play tag with AJP now that he says, "Gran-papa, no jokes, scary!" And runs to be unseen behind the loveseat sofa couch chesterfield mountains furniture of green, its sparse golden threads so dear to him, his red-violet Orang, its golden hair, wildly unruly polyester filaments and no doubt highly flammable were i my grandfather with Craven A's, my grandmother, her Players tins, MacDonald highland fling tins, plastic sheets on the chesterfield armrests, headrests, heavy yellowing plastic, growing brittle, and then the grey shingle house, gone.
