Classmate Response 1 Week 10

This is a response to Kay's improv. Here is the link :http://kaylowery.blogspot.com/2012/04/improv-week-10.html

Kay, In six words you sparked my interest and I'd really love to see what you do with this in a free writing entry. Those six words made me think about things like summer skirts, Nature, sports, and lots of music and alcohol (mind of a college student lol). But I do have some questions i think might help. Do you think that slut games blossom because of spring or because of the opportunity to spring ? Did you think about "slut games" as a thought all on its own?

Reading Response 1 Week 10

This weeks Reading response is from a short story from a collection of literary work from the savannah college of art and design. The title of the story is "Diresctions for the funeral of foxcroft Guildenbaum by foxcroft guildenbaum." Its a story about a man who has recently died and his son is reading over his will. The will that the dead man wrote is an exact replication about he wants his funeral to go and even acts as a set of instructions as to how it should be done. This story taught me some skills that would help if I were writing a fiction short story. The writer portrayed a story through the eyes of someone who is dead and those events were littered with imagery of the funeral . Things like the "unflattering gut of the average salarian woman" add imagery thats not usually used and that adds a level to the story's overall meaning. Grasping some better use of imagery could help in future works.

Calisthenics 1 Week 10

For this weeks calisthenics, I'm gonna revise my previous work and see where it gets me by being broad. Here is the previous link :http://djaxxs.blogspot.com/2012/03/calisthenics-1-week-9.html

Mines:
*Hey, Looking outside this window I see Oaks, Blue Jays, and marigolds mixing to create buildings.
*Sitting in the lapse of the sun's light, I'm drawing a collapsing reality.
*Thinking about Waterfords and water from fords. While realizing they each sustain something.

Free Verse 1 Week 10

A real rough draft that I'm slowly trying to get a feel for where it should go, unfortunately it doesn't have an order to it.

I guess to be afraid would be nothing more than fear itself  yet I find that im trembling at the thought of speaking up so I remain silent... But my words are voluminous and my voice is timid so I choose to let my pencil voice words for me... But it inscribes scratches across the page and they seem to bounce off walls into the pages of my memoir so no one can hear them... S my fear is driving images that I cant comprhend.. And im scared that I wont be able to hear myself .But if I choke that would be the worst part because that would mean I cant comprehend the full meaning of my words and that there dry because they lack substance...or because im writing with a pencil and the lead is nothing more than graphite thats spiteful because im using pens to draw pictures ...So I guess I know why I always trip up...because im drawing literary pictures with a pen and I find that I cant erase the mistakes I made so I deal with them by running away from that which is composed by my own hands.. Fear.. What should I be afraid of.. Physical manifestations or a pen that shatters when I touch paper..not being understood . Or accpeted..or finding out life has rejected you... I guess the worst thing to b afriad of is my own hands cause they keep cataylsts that shine brighter than any smile or star could show.. And my mind cause my thoughts could bring questions...bleh..Fear I guess I could quote lines and say dont be scared ..but tremble because of the thought of what u could hear

Improv 1 Week 10

This weeks improv is my revision of the one from last week. Here is the link :http://djaxxs.blogspot.com/2012/03/improv-1-week-9.html


This weeks :

                                        Are
those scars kissing muscles that
keep you at arms
length from my words. In hopes
that time will preserve them.

Junkard Quote 4 Week 10

“As I have pointed out before, characters are not born like people, of woman; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has discovered or said something essential about.
But isn't it true that an author can write only about himself?”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Junkard Quote 3 Week 10

“Look at that," he said. "How the ink bleeds." He loved the way it looked, to write on a thick pillow of the pad, the way the thicker width of paper underneath was softer and allowed for a more cushiony interface between pen and surface, which meant more time the two would be in contact for any given point, allowing the fiber of the paper to pull, through capillary action, more ink from the pen, more ink, which meant more evenness of ink, a thicker, more even line, a line with character, with solidity. The pad, all those ninety-nine sheets underneath him, the hundred, the even number, ten to the second power, the exponent, the clean block of planes, the space-time, really, represented by that pad, all of the possible drawings, graphs, curves, relationships, all of the answers, questions, mysteries, all of the problems solvable in that space, in those sheets, in those squares.”
― Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe