I love where I work because I am not the strangest person there, and my own brand of strangeness is appreciated. I've always worked with pretty offbeat characters, but we've never experienced magnetic poetry together. That is the brave new world I'm entering with my new work group. We have two magnetic white boards in a common area. The left-hand board is mine. My department owns it, and I have said that publicly. I get to write on it in differerent colored markers and post random dicta. Think of it as my professional Wittenburg Door. I'm drunk with power.
The right-hand board is vox populi. I have said that publicly. No one cares much. Apparently a white board is an untapped frontier only to me. We had a magnet contest to try to generate some interest in the right-hand board. After we handed out the cheap prizes they took their magnets home. The right-hand board languished ... and then I brought in magnetic poetry. It wasn't my idea, even. A woman in my group suggested it. How did she suspect I had magnetic poetry (three sets, no less)?
Magnetic poetry is magic. You fit all kinds of strange words together in nonsensical phrases and then the next person comes along and puts the word "symphony" or "languid" on your string. Then the next person comes and makes a line that is very precise and bizarre.
There are a lot of semi-salacious words in the English language, especially when you pair them with other semi-salacious words. You don't see a lot of magnetic poetry in HR departments and I'm beginning to understand why. I pocketed the "lust" magnet from the poetry set today ... Is that censorship? Or job protection?