New thing ... I hate writing titles to these things so you now get random music lyrics for titles that probably have nothing to do with the actual writing itself.
Creative writing today is stream of consciousness, no deleting allowed... let us what happens.
A Buddhist palm serenely stares at me, much calmer than in the movies. The cinema lights up a dark room and, if done well, removes your brain and places it in a different world. It loses you on a trail, a dirt bike path that cuts through the parks that we name after Native tribes we eradicated in our haste to slaughter the land. The only green areas of our cities seem to cry out to their namesakes to stop their pain. I refuse to take aspirin because the pain makes me feel alive. A life is like a tree; it needs to be nursed and will grow strong when treated well and yet can manage to survive and sometimes blossom in the worst of scenarios. Next on an all new Blossom... television was hokier when I was little. The hokey pokey is the only dance I have mastered. I am a jack of all trades but a master of none .. and by all trades I mean like a handful of things. A handful of M&Ms means a whole lot less to a four year old than to me. I have a friend who eats like she is four. Go for it, connect four. Connect the dots is not drawing, it is taking imagination and putting it behind bars. Deep fried candy bars are best when the candy bar is soft on the inside and does not contain nuts. How come when we are hot we say it is hot as balls, but we also will say that it is cold as balls ... what sort or climate change happens in a man's jockeys? My mom secretly wants to ask anyone who asks her if she played basketball (because she is tall) if they are a jockey (because they are obviously not tall). How come it is acceptable to ask someone how tall they are if they are above average height? Imagine if we did that with weight ... holy shit, how much do you weigh? Are you a sumo wrestler? A book I just read described a woman, engaged in marital relations with her husband as "Sweating like a sumo wrestler on a treadmill." I laughed.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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