Everyone choose a code name and put it here! Then when we post something, we can put our code name at the beginning or the end. That way, when we post we know who is posting what! : )
Amy:
Katy:
Julia:
Kellie:
Justin:
Becca:
Shane:
Rachel:
Maddy:
I think we need
code names.
It is a strange thing, to come across your tire swing in this state.
moments of insane pleasure
Does anyone have a snippet to contribute to the following theme?
moments of insane pleasure
My job was to carry the wheels of water piping down the mountain.
I dropped them and didn’t run after
standing riveted
as they took off
say it again
at the nursery we asked if the
tiny sapling in our hands would grow to 30 feet
yes the man said
but
not in our lifetime
How are you affected by the environment you grew up in?
Here is an exercise in a community poem!
Can you each add a few abstract/ poetic lines about this subject in relation to your own life? Maybe begin with “I am a child of______” or “I am a _____ child.” Afterwards we can delete our names.
Julia:
I am an island child who forgot
though I’ve always drank water like there’s no tomorrow
and argued with paints that thought they were green
Katy:
I am a child who is grounded in the reality of imagination
who dances around the living room
whose joy cannot be contained
so whose squeals are so loud that the neighbors can hear
Rachel:
I am a child of dreamy far away-ness
I watched the butterfly tree in the afternoon
I heard the bird tree at dusk
I smelled dinner and ate a little tree called broccoli
Shane:
Maddy:
I am a child of wild imagination
My biggest pet peeve is wet socks
I use to wear a fake tail in the super market
I once tried to make my Mother laugh in Church by sneaking plastic vampire teeth into Sunday Mass
she laughed…
I was grounded.
Amy:
Becca:
Justin:
I was a child of endless energy
I would have bottled and sold it if possible
I was a child given activities to reach exhaustion
I am an adult who never feels like he is doing enough
Kellie:
I am a dusty child.
Naked in boots.
A mirage, tainted by vitality and soul. A purpose for winter coats.
Logic & Love
she became unhappy when the mail arrived
especially the long narrow envelopes
so one day I threw them all away
Stop all the clocks
I was watching Four Weddings and a Funeral with my aunt and uncle the other night. Such a good movie, first of all. And at the funeral, a poem by W.H Auden is read. I thought it was beautiful and so powerful, and I immediately wanted to share it. And here is the perfect place : )
Stop all the clocks (“Funeral Blues”)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-Nanna
It’s a long decay/ Butterfly kisses
I still have the daises you picked.
They’re in a jar next to the photo of all of us, full of wine and lasagna, piled on the couch.
You probably still have that scrawled post-it note stuck to your fridge
Something about my boobs with a drawing of them too.
I still have a film from 2 or 3 am
You weren’t there but I’m sure you can imagine
a hula dancer, a leopard with one glove, a mermaid, a ranger in a tutu, and Carmen Miranda singing into a banana
at the living room window
You still have my paisley skirt.
I still have your bottle of face wash.
And I still have the holes in my ears,
because of how you strutted those beads, feathers, and wooden parrots,
and because of the thin lace pinned on your walls.
I think this is a wonderful idea. I came to see all of you as a super-powered team who excavate, question, and enhance my ideas and completely inspire me with your own. My mind feels too small by itself. This could be one way of collecting our ideas in a drawer and shaking them up to make new things.
