I've already done my calisthenic for this week so I decided to use what I wrote from class today as my free entry. I didn't get all the way through, but here's what I got so far. I'm not sure it's what we were going for in class, but when I thought about this guy.... this is what came out.
Purple
I think sometimes when you text her those three words only supposed to be directed toward me, you know I'll see it later. Tell me, does she like that robin's egg shirt with the tribal design on the front because it brings out the blue in your eyes as much as I do? When you rest your head on the pillow with your right arm curled underneath, do you whisper her name or mine before you close your eyes to sleep? I think about your hands inked with black from the press intertwining with hers just like the lacing of a tennis shoe. Did you keep those fingertips locked when you took her to see the midnight showing of the new Lord of the Rings movie in our movie theater? I saw those plans on your phone.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Junkyard Quote #4 week 10
Instead of saying stinky feet:
my odor eaters puked
read that in the comic strip Zits
my odor eaters puked
read that in the comic strip Zits
Junkyard Quote #3 Week 10
"I'm going to go toasting in the sun" ~girl on fb talking about tanning
I don't know why but "toasting" caught my attention. I hear tan, lay out, etc when people talk about tanning, but toasting isn't one I normally hear.
Junkyard Quote #2 Week 10
"My head looks like rainbow sherbet!"
my friend had a bad dye job and this was her response
Junkyard Quote #1 Week 10
If I wanted the government in my womb, I'd fuck a senator.
a friend put that on facebook
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Improv Week 9
On Saturday he came back with tulips
That he knew would remind her that he remembered
the little details about her,
the little details about her,
& asked her to retitle their relationship,
Again. I told her congratulations with a smile
That I save for grandma's handmade sweaters every year for Christmas
That I save for grandma's handmade sweaters every year for Christmas
As I ached to remind her that Ben and Jerry’s Rocky Road
Never undid the goodbyes delivered by text message instead
of by the mouth that now kisses her between the words
Baby, Forgive me, and I love you.
of by the mouth that now kisses her between the words
Baby, Forgive me, and I love you.
Free Entry Week 9
So, for this one I decided to try my hand one more time at the six word story.
Her claim to fame? Her thong.
Also, I started a second paragraph to my workshop piece. Opinions welcome :)
Her claim to fame? Her thong.
Also, I started a second paragraph to my workshop piece. Opinions welcome :)
Eleven o’clock, bed time. Once
the green circle no longer glows, I push myself off the uneven stripes. He
falls into bed exhausted from bruising bandits. I don’t hate the bandits or the screaming matches he has with the tv
screen. It’s the cleaning I hate. I pick up the plain potato chip bag from the
right side of the chair. I roll the bag until it meets the pieces inside. Where
the hell did he put the clip? I move the gaming chair to the left and find the
clip pushed into the carpet.
Reading Response Week 9
I read Katie Chaples’ “ Life is
not a Porno.” Let’s face it, the title grabbed me and I needed to continue
reading to see what this poem talked about. I thought it was an interesting
technique for her to use the title as her first line and the first line in the
stanza as the continuation of that particular thought. She breaks “Because
nothing would get done” from “Ever.” I liked this because it really emphasizes
the EVER. She goes on to talk about how all the jobs just turn into “jobs and
breasts, hair and moans.” This is a much more specific way of saying that the
job doesn’t matter because they all just turn into sex objects. My favorite
line of the whole poem is, “Cocks like the promise of road West.” I just love
this line! It’s something that would never have come together normally. It’s
odd and so powerful because the West promised so many things and it just didn’t
turn out as awesome as everyone thought it would be. Instead of saying there
are no expectations in life, she says that no one says, “make the bed” or “you
never touch me anymore.” Fantasy. She’s saying that life isn’t this fantasy,
but instead she says it’s not a Porno. She does a great job.
Calistenics Week 9
Even though I wasn't there, I thought I would try my hand.
Message received. Without looking, I left.
Message received. Without looking, I left.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Peer Response #2 Week 9
For my peer response, I decided to do Kelsey's Calisthenic on 6 word short stories.
"Men's bathroom—worst hiding
spot ever."
I wish I would have been there to
hear about these 6 word stories! However, I wasn’t feeling well. From your Callisthenic
and Taylor’s response, I can guess what they entail. I bet this type of story
is hard to write because you have to think about something that is short and
interesting enough to pick. That’s not including just breaking it down into 6
words when you probably want to expand SO BAD on this story. I think you do it
nicely because it’s inventive and it leaves me wanting more. Why were they
hiding? Why the men’s bathroom? Is this a girl who decided that it would be a
good idea because no one would look for her in a space that is clearly off
limits to her? What happened to make it the worst hiding spot ever? I WANT TO
KNOW!! Lol. Also, I think you should do
a few more so we can see what else you come up with because this one is really
interesting.
Peer Response #1 Week 9
My response is to Osa's Calisthenic for this week.
She has long droopy breasts, not
perky
like a teen girl in a porno lick,
but not flabby granny-breasts - deflated balloons,
nipples still succulent, with a wide dark-brown areola, perfect radii.
Why so serious Dick? Does female sexuality scare you?
Toss them overboard, for the fish in the bowl.
Insurance money, check. Food in the bowl.
6lb carne de puerco salada burrito.
Everyone dead, throats crushed, water-gnash-larynx,
no more laughter, drifting away, too long.
I got the Bible and the Gun. One of these is gon’ work!
like a teen girl in a porno lick,
but not flabby granny-breasts - deflated balloons,
nipples still succulent, with a wide dark-brown areola, perfect radii.
Why so serious Dick? Does female sexuality scare you?
Toss them overboard, for the fish in the bowl.
Insurance money, check. Food in the bowl.
6lb carne de puerco salada burrito.
Everyone dead, throats crushed, water-gnash-larynx,
no more laughter, drifting away, too long.
I got the Bible and the Gun. One of these is gon’ work!
I really liked your call and response work. I thought you were very
descriptive and specific when talking about her “long droopy breast.” I
specifically liked the comparison between the droopy breasts to the perky boobs
the porn stars are supposed to have. Then things get twisted when there is a
response with questioning whether or not female sexuality scares Dick. It’s an
interesting route to take because most people wouldn’t think to ask whether or
not female sexuality scares him. I think most people would just respond with, “Why
are you being such an ass about her boobs?”
Then you move to something completely different. I don’t actually speak
Spanish so I had to look up what the last line meant, besides burrito of
course.
Then you move to death where people had their throats crushed. I like
the response for that stanza because for me it explains the two lines above it.
They didn’t convert so they were killed. I thought you did a good job with this
exercise. It moves around and it keep you paying attention.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Junkyard quote #4 week 9
I hate when I see cars with no bumper. It's like they're missing their mouth or they have a cleft palette.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Junkyard Quote #3 Week 9
My roommate asking about her dress:
"So, it's okay to wear a sundress today? I don't want look like one of those girls who waited until the weather was warm so I could pull out my dress for my slut games."
slut games.... hmmm....
"So, it's okay to wear a sundress today? I don't want look like one of those girls who waited until the weather was warm so I could pull out my dress for my slut games."
slut games.... hmmm....
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Junkyard quote #2 week 9
I started reading this book called The Plagiarist
"scratched the beard sneaking out of his skin"
"scratched the beard sneaking out of his skin"
Monday, March 12, 2012
Reading Response Week 8
My reading response is over Katie Chapel’s poem, “To a Child
Not Conceived.” I read this when we first started reading her and I really
thought this poem was amazing. I loved the beginning. It was powerful to start
it with, “I left you with my ex/ and my mother’s hopes.” It throws me off
because it’s just so direct and unexpected. After that, she writes about how
she’s forty and overworked. She chose work over a family. When she talks about
the “path that does not lead/ to amniotic fluid, a slit across the belly,” I thought
about how this is really specific and vivid use of language. I get a little sad
at the end even though I know this child wasn’t conceived because it ends with
her talking about how she’s talking to her hands and how she doesn’t know why
she is telling her child these things because she doesn’t know her. Katie has a
way with words for sure.
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