Junkyard Quote 4 Week 7

"real-human hair handlebar mustache" this came from a book of student fiction i picked up from SCAD university. The  mustache part didnt really appeal to me but the quote as a whole made my mind start thinking about how a human hair handlebar mustache could be made or rather groomed on someones face.

Junkyard Quote 3 Week 7

"cement gum" something you normally chew on a day to day basis that is mixed with the stuff used to make our pavements. When i researched what it meant i found a second quote "cows gum" this made me laugh as well as think about if cows could chew on gum what flavor would it be? Me just being silly i suppose.

Junkyard Quote 2 Week 7

"Air made of bricks" It interested me because its another way of saying that the air is heavy or that its thick. To think about air being heavy as bricks is just another thought to add into the imagery of the world.

Junkyard Quote 1 Week 7

"Grass fed steak" I heard it on a moe's commercial and instantly thought about  the literal meaning behind it then started to think about the cow that was eating the grass before it decided to waltz into the barn to leave.

Free Verse 1 Week 6

(Just a free write that I’ve been working on for the past few days, Its really bad but I was just writing stuff out and this is what came out)

I’m biting my lip… Biting the upper arc of my skin hoping to shed off the inadequacies of my past self. With a passage I'm passing down to the lower arc to push words higher above my lips into the heavens. But they got caught by my nose. Knowing I’m snorting all these words can’t be good for my health so I sweated myself for the answers. And I found I blew my adjectives below the bust and genitals where I lust for the opposite sex. I digress though cause the words trickled down my knees appeasing the arteries that are a part of me only to be received by years of experience defecting the verbs to move faster so the sentence scatters to my higher abdomen and molds to my core. Taking blood, sweat and life lines to compose these thread lines that weave themselves for viewing purposes. Maybe even comfort purchases if you want to sleep because the thread count is so sheet. From the abdomens core I propelled many more words up my back with haste. Never slacking just wasting all the forms of a verb that could please and they hit the arch of my neck with ease. Peep though, they feel victim to the missed disk in my spinal cord so they tripped, missing my thorax hitting the lining the lining o0f my esophagus trying to get outside but I’m pulling them back in. So I threw upwards and it hit my mind frame and my mind state started conjugating the different nouns and verbs. Pronoun and adverbs pushing the limits of insanity, so when my words hit my tongue I considered it a tragedy. I’m radically free to be a travesty to the world and help people. So why is it on the tip of my tongue and I fail to speak

Reading Response 1 Week 6

This reading response is on Pretty Little Rooms by Katie Chaple. This poem was exciting to me, the comparison to the poems Ive been usually reading didn't have the depth that this poem does. From the subject matter: being able to pull an excerpt from a newspaper and create a poem from that. To actually pinpoint a technique that I would pull from Chaple isn't possible, mostly because there are so many things i want to improv on in her work. "Nobody asks:  whose body was not loved enough, that her skull could travel like a pebble, could be used to punctuate the line of a man's body?" The last three lines of the stanza just speak volumes to me in so many ways. Like we talked about in class , the use of line inside of a poem is questioning. Being able to use that technique and make it coherent and work into the overall piece would be amazing.

Improv 1 Week 6

The improv im doing is on pg. 71 of the writing poetry. The exercise is downplaying polemics and the poems goes like this:

                                                    Do
you still hang your words in air, ten years
unfinished, glued to your notice board, with gaps
or empties for the unimaginable phase

my piece:

                                                   Are
your hands trembling, seconds before
mouthing, enunciating your slurs, with hopes
or goals for the coming trials