Thursday, March 12, 2009
Final Collaborative Piece
This quarter, we have been working with notions of text, the creation of a page that hopes to offer an experience of an experience of perception. We have used a series of basic tools, from concepts of creaturely life and the crypt, to prompts related to memory, absence, tracing and sound. We considered the translation of our blog-pieces into a unified visual and audio video presentation of our thoughts on the relationship of the here-and-now and writing. We decided to incorporate ideas from various ETP’s and findings triggered by the prompts used in class for the final presentation.
Our final piece is an amalgamation of the course ideas and ETP’s including memory, sound, sight, text, and imagery. It works heavily with the idea of audio and visual manipulation. The basic premise for our video presentation is confusion with the attempt to have control of the viewers and/or listeners.
Our presentation will require class participation, within the allotted time of twenty minutes. The video presentation is approximately four minutes long taken from hours of footage that has been edited to fit our assigned constraints. We are presenting a video performance created from ideas in our blog, my sparks of creativity and the assigned course readings. Through images and written text, we compiled the visual and audio for the film. The entire presentation will include the viewing and listening of the film along with post film instructions, in which the participants must follow. These include, a collaborative piece making process, reading and listening to spoken observations, and sitting in silence.
All four members of our team will act as controllers of the class participation. We have divided the class into four different groups. Each group has specific restraints that have been typed up and placed in front of each individual member of the group.
One group, for example, consists of a non-blindfolded student facing towards the windows. The student will be instructed to listen to the film in silence and can only write and/or draw observations from the beginning of the film until the end. He/she cannot write once the film has ended.
Another student will be instructed to also face towards the window and will not be blindfolded. He/she must also listen to the file in silence, but can only write and/or draw their observations once the film has ended. This student will be given one minute to record their thoughts on paper.
Each student has his or her own specific instructions. The controllers will not answer questions during the presentation. The common constraints for all participants are: 1. Do not write your name at the top of your work, 2. Do not ask questions, 3. Do not ask for answers, their will be no disclaimer, 4. Do as you are told, 5. Sit and watch the whole film in silence, 6. Write and/or draw your observations, and 7. When instructed complete the post film instructions.
The presentation will end with the participants carrying out the post film instructions. One group will start to create their collaborative piece, which will be stuck to the wall as a visual for all participants, while the other two groups listen to the poet or watch the collaboration process. Each group will switch tasks after about five minutes until every group completed each task. The poet reader is the only group that reads out loud.
Our final piece works with memory and false memory, which subverts conventional messages of communication used through techniques that we read within the course readings. For example, in Wittgenstein’s Mistress, we gathered the idea of accidents and mistakes in terms of language and representation. The heart of our video is a traumatic event that we consistently distract from. We did this in order to create a sense of suspense; the story is told, but never revealed. This relates to the Cleaning House reading in which we try to work prose into verse.
In our video presentation we create a piece of work in which meaning is ambiguous. We do not given a narrative form of work with an easily digestible beginning, middle, and end with well developed characters. In respect to Pedro Paramo, we utilize a narrative form in which the characters are multi-voiced since there are many characters with many speakers. In our video, we utilize representations of representations, which has an aesthetic of the undead in relation to Juan Rulfo’s work.
Overall, our presentation gives a sense of melancholy and anxiety which relates to the notion of the Creaturely Life. Because of the way in which we translated our blog into this film, the film acts as a transcription of the blog, connecting back to Ettinger. Our presentation also incorporates aspects of both the Monkey’s Mask (the use of poetry and verse) and Dictee (combining images and text). We frequently make mistakes that subvert the natural way to free associate text and verse and switch it around in order to challenge conventional modes of representation on language.
In regards to the performance piece that takes place post film production, we are instigating an environment in which we intend to challenge our fellow students to rebel against the conventional structures of language and communication. By means of exaggeration (exaggerating restrictions of tradition) we force the participants into an uncomfortable place, in which the norm is challenged. By providing constraints, including the way each student may watch the actual film, we attempt to control how they sit, hear, write, and essentially exist within the space of the room. If this process does not succeed in the students revolting against our imposed constraints, this will only further demonstrate the extent to which normalization permeates our society and the creative process. We create structures of overt oppressive power, to the point that it is almost comical. The students have the choice to follow or rebel against the instructions without penalty, but will not be informed of this freedom.
Our final piece is an amalgamation of the course ideas and ETP’s including memory, sound, sight, text, and imagery. It works heavily with the idea of audio and visual manipulation. The basic premise for our video presentation is confusion with the attempt to have control of the viewers and/or listeners.
Our presentation will require class participation, within the allotted time of twenty minutes. The video presentation is approximately four minutes long taken from hours of footage that has been edited to fit our assigned constraints. We are presenting a video performance created from ideas in our blog, my sparks of creativity and the assigned course readings. Through images and written text, we compiled the visual and audio for the film. The entire presentation will include the viewing and listening of the film along with post film instructions, in which the participants must follow. These include, a collaborative piece making process, reading and listening to spoken observations, and sitting in silence.
All four members of our team will act as controllers of the class participation. We have divided the class into four different groups. Each group has specific restraints that have been typed up and placed in front of each individual member of the group.
One group, for example, consists of a non-blindfolded student facing towards the windows. The student will be instructed to listen to the film in silence and can only write and/or draw observations from the beginning of the film until the end. He/she cannot write once the film has ended.
Another student will be instructed to also face towards the window and will not be blindfolded. He/she must also listen to the file in silence, but can only write and/or draw their observations once the film has ended. This student will be given one minute to record their thoughts on paper.
Each student has his or her own specific instructions. The controllers will not answer questions during the presentation. The common constraints for all participants are: 1. Do not write your name at the top of your work, 2. Do not ask questions, 3. Do not ask for answers, their will be no disclaimer, 4. Do as you are told, 5. Sit and watch the whole film in silence, 6. Write and/or draw your observations, and 7. When instructed complete the post film instructions.
The presentation will end with the participants carrying out the post film instructions. One group will start to create their collaborative piece, which will be stuck to the wall as a visual for all participants, while the other two groups listen to the poet or watch the collaboration process. Each group will switch tasks after about five minutes until every group completed each task. The poet reader is the only group that reads out loud.
Our final piece works with memory and false memory, which subverts conventional messages of communication used through techniques that we read within the course readings. For example, in Wittgenstein’s Mistress, we gathered the idea of accidents and mistakes in terms of language and representation. The heart of our video is a traumatic event that we consistently distract from. We did this in order to create a sense of suspense; the story is told, but never revealed. This relates to the Cleaning House reading in which we try to work prose into verse.
In our video presentation we create a piece of work in which meaning is ambiguous. We do not given a narrative form of work with an easily digestible beginning, middle, and end with well developed characters. In respect to Pedro Paramo, we utilize a narrative form in which the characters are multi-voiced since there are many characters with many speakers. In our video, we utilize representations of representations, which has an aesthetic of the undead in relation to Juan Rulfo’s work.
Overall, our presentation gives a sense of melancholy and anxiety which relates to the notion of the Creaturely Life. Because of the way in which we translated our blog into this film, the film acts as a transcription of the blog, connecting back to Ettinger. Our presentation also incorporates aspects of both the Monkey’s Mask (the use of poetry and verse) and Dictee (combining images and text). We frequently make mistakes that subvert the natural way to free associate text and verse and switch it around in order to challenge conventional modes of representation on language.
In regards to the performance piece that takes place post film production, we are instigating an environment in which we intend to challenge our fellow students to rebel against the conventional structures of language and communication. By means of exaggeration (exaggerating restrictions of tradition) we force the participants into an uncomfortable place, in which the norm is challenged. By providing constraints, including the way each student may watch the actual film, we attempt to control how they sit, hear, write, and essentially exist within the space of the room. If this process does not succeed in the students revolting against our imposed constraints, this will only further demonstrate the extent to which normalization permeates our society and the creative process. We create structures of overt oppressive power, to the point that it is almost comical. The students have the choice to follow or rebel against the instructions without penalty, but will not be informed of this freedom.
Monday, March 9, 2009
READ!
You guys should definitely consider giving this a read it's pretty helpful in summing up some of Santner's ideas...
http://www.creaturely.org/
http://www.creaturely.org/
Thursday, February 26, 2009
abeepbopbopbop
yo?yo?yo?yo?
yawns zoom
bobs footsteps dancing
taps on the shoulder
spinnin' swingin' jazzy
explosion woooooooo!hoow!ooow
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
engines going
intensity
room is spinning
You switch to another song right in the middle of another one.
smoke rings of my mind
silent frame to contain
Takeoff.
MA CHICA BWAAAY
yawns zoom
bobs footsteps dancing
taps on the shoulder
spinnin' swingin' jazzy
explosion woooooooo!hoow!ooow
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
engines going
intensity
room is spinning
You switch to another song right in the middle of another one.
smoke rings of my mind
silent frame to contain
Takeoff.
MA CHICA BWAAAY
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Boy meets Girl
não entendo he said
nee-o, she said no, he said neeao,
no comprendo she said
no understand I
Accompaniment
ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY, ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
smackclapclaphuphup
ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum
“I can’t hear you / I caahrn’t hee-er yoooou”
– but though at the time wasn’t it was more like something different?
Scripts
UP and down
down and UP
UP and down
down and UP
All tongue too soon abrupt.
I try to make you taste my own bodies roll, the tumbling bellow of grinding bone, corroding sours swishing, the same as in your hand that you swallow with no lips, gulp with no lips, only tongue slushing in its own slosh or mine, trying to make hear the heave as you stare at the slop droplet that sticks to the finger wet, like sticky dough swilled with thunderous taps and I might for you, if we’d only hear right here
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
The squawk of birds
ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY, ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY
No the one’s that sparkle from paradise end
ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!
Do they meant freedom from whips
If our ears were to bloom, would they bleed the soaring wings?
If you bite out my drum will I gush
não entendo he said
nee-o, she said no, he said neeao,
no comprendo she said
no understand I
Accompaniment
ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY, ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
abeepbopbopbop
yo?yo?yo?yo?
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeepcrashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
smackclapclaphuphup
ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
woooooooo!hoow!ooow
!ow!o!wow
abeepbopbopbop
beepbeepboombooop beebopbop, beebopbop beebopbop
bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum bumbuhbum bumthrumthrum
“I can’t hear you / I caahrn’t hee-er yoooou”
(Acknowledgements
whispers half-licking over downy hairs
feathers of sweat dripping to death ears
the squelch of flesh that slides
and all those others that drowned in the madding crowd
whispers half-licking over downy hairs
feathers of sweat dripping to death ears
the squelch of flesh that slides
and all those others that drowned in the madding crowd
thank you for a silent frame to contain
– but though at the time wasn’t it was more like something different?
Scripts
UP and down
down and UP
UP and down
down and UP
what about the side?
the lips?
All tongue too soon abrupt.
I try to make you taste my own bodies roll, the tumbling bellow of grinding bone, corroding sours swishing, the same as in your hand that you swallow with no lips, gulp with no lips, only tongue slushing in its own slosh or mine, trying to make hear the heave as you stare at the slop droplet that sticks to the finger wet, like sticky dough swilled with thunderous taps and I might for you, if we’d only hear right here
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
crashcrashtsstsshhatsshtsshoobitabitabeetabeetabeep
The squawk of birds
ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY, ma chica bwwaaay, MA CHICA BWAAAY
No the one’s that sparkle from paradise end
yo?yo?yo?yo?
Could we have heard them in an ancient new placeey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!ey!
Do they meant freedom from whips
woooooooo!hoow!ooow
From clotted bloodsweat? !ow!o!wow
If our ears were to bloom, would they bleed the soaring wings?
If you bite out my drum will I gush
Waiting for the Bus
I sat there today, waiting for the bus
cars zoomed by
expensive cars
sports cars
small cars
old cars
people talking on their cellphones as if it wasn't illegal
laughing
loud music blasting from the radio
the owner bobs his head in enjoyment
I watch as they pass me by, waiting for the bus
A group of giggling girls walk to the cove
"it is such a nice day, I am so excited you guys."
There is a cool breeze
Leafs rustle all around me
Waiting for the bus, I hear the revving of engines
the changing of gears
They need to get there and they need to get there fast
Still waiting for the bus, I hear the birds chirping
where are they?
somewhere in the trees
the trees whose leaves rustle in the wind
I look at the time as I wait for the bus
A girl sits next to me
I hear the clicking of buttons as she sends out massive amounts of text messages
Another man, in his car, talking on the phone
While waiting for the bus, some surfers pass me by
I hear the click clack of their flip-flops on the ground
a bit squishy
must be wet
As I wait for the bus, I hear the bus
It's nowhere in sight but it makes its presence known
loudest engine you ever heard
as if it was about to break down
black smoke rises in the air
its getting closer
I wait for the bus to stop
It comes to a screeching halt about 10 feet away from us
we look for our student ID's
zip up our purses and walk ahead
The door slams behind me
and I am inundated with
blasting ipods, for all of us to enjoy
phone conversations in english and spanish
some soft as a whisper, others loud as the music blasting from the ipods
the repeated clicking of buttons for text messages
coughing
children screaming and crying
the bus driver announcing the stops
sighs
yawns
I wait to get off the bus and when I do
the ocean roars in front of me
the speed and rhythm of the waves
the calmness after they have left
seagulls cawing in the sky
circling their prey
babies laugh and mothers scold
splash of the water on my feet
there are cellphones here
and ipods
and loud music
but nature drowns it out
this is her territory
I enjoy her presence
A break from the technology of everyday life
Again, I wait for the bus
cars zoom by
expensive cars
sports cars
small cars
old cars
people talking on their cellphones as if it wasn't illegal
laughing
loud music blasting from the radio
the owner bobs her head in enjoyment
cars zoomed by
expensive cars
sports cars
small cars
old cars
people talking on their cellphones as if it wasn't illegal
laughing
loud music blasting from the radio
the owner bobs his head in enjoyment
I watch as they pass me by, waiting for the bus
A group of giggling girls walk to the cove
"it is such a nice day, I am so excited you guys."
There is a cool breeze
Leafs rustle all around me
Waiting for the bus, I hear the revving of engines
the changing of gears
They need to get there and they need to get there fast
Still waiting for the bus, I hear the birds chirping
where are they?
somewhere in the trees
the trees whose leaves rustle in the wind
I look at the time as I wait for the bus
A girl sits next to me
I hear the clicking of buttons as she sends out massive amounts of text messages
Another man, in his car, talking on the phone
While waiting for the bus, some surfers pass me by
I hear the click clack of their flip-flops on the ground
a bit squishy
must be wet
As I wait for the bus, I hear the bus
It's nowhere in sight but it makes its presence known
loudest engine you ever heard
as if it was about to break down
black smoke rises in the air
its getting closer
I wait for the bus to stop
It comes to a screeching halt about 10 feet away from us
we look for our student ID's
zip up our purses and walk ahead
The door slams behind me
and I am inundated with
blasting ipods, for all of us to enjoy
phone conversations in english and spanish
some soft as a whisper, others loud as the music blasting from the ipods
the repeated clicking of buttons for text messages
coughing
children screaming and crying
the bus driver announcing the stops
sighs
yawns
I wait to get off the bus and when I do
the ocean roars in front of me
the speed and rhythm of the waves
the calmness after they have left
seagulls cawing in the sky
circling their prey
babies laugh and mothers scold
splash of the water on my feet
there are cellphones here
and ipods
and loud music
but nature drowns it out
this is her territory
I enjoy her presence
A break from the technology of everyday life
Again, I wait for the bus
cars zoom by
expensive cars
sports cars
small cars
old cars
people talking on their cellphones as if it wasn't illegal
laughing
loud music blasting from the radio
the owner bobs her head in enjoyment
on my way home
waiting
i wait for the shuttle
surrounded by cars,
but I can't hear any engines going
surrounded by people,
but I can't hear a word their saying
they move their lips,
but nothing
i can't hear a thing
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
the shuttle stops in front of me,
i'm the first in line
the door opens
i believe he said something,
he looked straight at me
and he moved his lips
him, sitting behind the wheel,
wearing a navy blue sweatshirt
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
i make my way to the back of the shuttle,
i take a seat
and fix my eyes on the people seating next to me
footsteps
i should hear footsteps,
but i don't
i don't hear people's shoes hit the rubber floor
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.
I see you sitting in front of me,
but I can't hear your breathing,
the shuttle starts moving
the wheels are moving underneath me,
but i can't hear them,
i know that i am moving because i can see the landscape change
i see trees where there should be bushes,
and bushes where there should be buildings
wait
somebody taps me on the shoulder,
what are they saying?
i couldn't hear him
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
he gestures "pull the cord"
okay
i pull the cord
a smile
if i keep still,
i can hear myself breathing
i can hear inside of me,
but i can't hear outside of me
i hear myself,
i can't hear you
i hear myself
i hear myself,
but i see you
i see you smiling
and having a conversation
i see you wearing sunglasses
even when the sun is not out
i see you clutching your book bag
every time the bus stops a little too abruptly
what is it with you,
why are you looking at your shoes,
look up
look up
surrounded by people,
and i can't hear a thing
what does it sound like to be surrounded by people
it should be loud
words should be intertwining and mixing together
but nothing
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
the shuttle stops
we all file into a single line
and exit the shuttle
so uniform
so orderly
even when we try not to be
i step out
and
the parking lot is a bit scary sometimes
i like not being able to hear the silence
silence can get scary often
twenty steps can feel so long
is there somebody lurking behind me
the light is an opaque orange,
it leads to the street
i am glad i can't hear a thing,
i can see the bushes rustling,
but i'm afraid to hear them
i expect something terrible to jump out
i don't want to hear the leaves rustling in the wind,
i rather listen to the sound in my ear
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
concentrate on the music,
forget your surroundings
you are almost home
i open the front door,
it smells like rats and wet wood,
home sweet home.
i wait for the shuttle
surrounded by cars,
but I can't hear any engines going
surrounded by people,
but I can't hear a word their saying
they move their lips,
but nothing
i can't hear a thing
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
the shuttle stops in front of me,
i'm the first in line
the door opens
i believe he said something,
he looked straight at me
and he moved his lips
him, sitting behind the wheel,
wearing a navy blue sweatshirt
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
i make my way to the back of the shuttle,
i take a seat
and fix my eyes on the people seating next to me
footsteps
i should hear footsteps,
but i don't
i don't hear people's shoes hit the rubber floor
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.
I see you sitting in front of me,
but I can't hear your breathing,
the shuttle starts moving
the wheels are moving underneath me,
but i can't hear them,
i know that i am moving because i can see the landscape change
i see trees where there should be bushes,
and bushes where there should be buildings
wait
somebody taps me on the shoulder,
what are they saying?
i couldn't hear him
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
he gestures "pull the cord"
okay
i pull the cord
a smile
if i keep still,
i can hear myself breathing
i can hear inside of me,
but i can't hear outside of me
i hear myself,
i can't hear you
i hear myself
i hear myself,
but i see you
i see you smiling
and having a conversation
i see you wearing sunglasses
even when the sun is not out
i see you clutching your book bag
every time the bus stops a little too abruptly
what is it with you,
why are you looking at your shoes,
look up
look up
surrounded by people,
and i can't hear a thing
what does it sound like to be surrounded by people
it should be loud
words should be intertwining and mixing together
but nothing
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
the shuttle stops
we all file into a single line
and exit the shuttle
so uniform
so orderly
even when we try not to be
i step out
and
the parking lot is a bit scary sometimes
i like not being able to hear the silence
silence can get scary often
twenty steps can feel so long
is there somebody lurking behind me
the light is an opaque orange,
it leads to the street
i am glad i can't hear a thing,
i can see the bushes rustling,
but i'm afraid to hear them
i expect something terrible to jump out
i don't want to hear the leaves rustling in the wind,
i rather listen to the sound in my ear
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
concentrate on the music,
forget your surroundings
you are almost home
i open the front door,
it smells like rats and wet wood,
home sweet home.
If you wanna rock you rock.
Eric Hutchinson looks like this… You lure me in, innocently inviting me to give up my innermost thoughts.
Eric Hutchinson sounds like this…
Rock & Roll
He's been waiting around for the weekend
figuring which club to sneak in
fancy drinks and fifty dollar cover charge
lately it's been a big hassle
heineken and new castle
to make sure he's fitting in and living large
disregard the lies that he will tell and what he's probably like
cause it's not hard his charm is gonna get him through the night
if he wants to rock he rocks
if he wants to roll he rolls
he can roll with the punches long as he feels like he's in control
if he wants to stay he stays
if he wants to go he goes
he doesn't care how he gets there long as he gets somewhere he knows
see her heavy makeup and cut t-shirt
every girl out wants to be her
but they look the same already why adjust
reading the magazine secrets
forgetting the topical regrets
cause if she comes home all alone the night's a bust
it's a must the swivel in her hips and the look she gives
it's all her trust if only in the morning she knew where she lived
if she wants to rock she rocks
if she wants to roll she rolls
she can roll with the punches long as she feels like she's in control
if she wants to stay she stays
if she wants to go she goes
she doesn't care how she gets there long as she gets somewhere she knows
and in a wink they're on the brink
from drink to drink and at the bar with cash to blow
shot to shot it's getting hot
advance the plot to see how far it's gonna go
all depends so ditch the friends and grab a cab
another chance at cheap romance
doesn't count 'cause the room is spinning
nothing to lose tonight they both are winning
and they fall in love as they fall in bed
if they wanna rock they rock
if they wanna roll they roll
they can roll with the punches long as they feel like they're in control
if they wanna stay they stay
if they wanna go they go
they don't care how they get there long as they get somewhere they know
Your soft, raw, vintage vibe invites. Organic. Pure musical compositions, a form of human expression filled with reality and slight mistakes. Rock and Roll has a sheer breadth of musical styles, effortlessly encompassed into one single song. My favorite song. Your innocent voice swerves from a gritty growl to a shimmering falsetto and leads into a jazzy experience. Instrument. Your music pours out with angelic ease. You switch to another song right in the middle of another one. Takeoff.
Laying down percussive hand slaps on the strings. Clapping, involving me in the melody, the beat. Frolicking. The piano-like guitar line crosses the frets while you sway around in your chair. Guitar is focused into an idea, your real message. Piano is a very dynamic instrument, my favorite. The two propose great versatility. Relaxing and overwhelmingly transforming mood. Graceful tempo. The chorus is an explosion. You build your song. Life. Repetition. Heightened volume, increased busyness. Increasing intensity before stopping it in its tracks. You switch to another song right in the middle of another one. Takeoff.
Eric Hutchinson sounds like this…
Rock & Roll
He's been waiting around for the weekend
figuring which club to sneak in
fancy drinks and fifty dollar cover charge
lately it's been a big hassle
heineken and new castle
to make sure he's fitting in and living large
disregard the lies that he will tell and what he's probably like
cause it's not hard his charm is gonna get him through the night
if he wants to rock he rocks
if he wants to roll he rolls
he can roll with the punches long as he feels like he's in control
if he wants to stay he stays
if he wants to go he goes
he doesn't care how he gets there long as he gets somewhere he knows
see her heavy makeup and cut t-shirt
every girl out wants to be her
but they look the same already why adjust
reading the magazine secrets
forgetting the topical regrets
cause if she comes home all alone the night's a bust
it's a must the swivel in her hips and the look she gives
it's all her trust if only in the morning she knew where she lived
if she wants to rock she rocks
if she wants to roll she rolls
she can roll with the punches long as she feels like she's in control
if she wants to stay she stays
if she wants to go she goes
she doesn't care how she gets there long as she gets somewhere she knows
and in a wink they're on the brink
from drink to drink and at the bar with cash to blow
shot to shot it's getting hot
advance the plot to see how far it's gonna go
all depends so ditch the friends and grab a cab
another chance at cheap romance
doesn't count 'cause the room is spinning
nothing to lose tonight they both are winning
and they fall in love as they fall in bed
if they wanna rock they rock
if they wanna roll they roll
they can roll with the punches long as they feel like they're in control
if they wanna stay they stay
if they wanna go they go
they don't care how they get there long as they get somewhere they know
Your soft, raw, vintage vibe invites. Organic. Pure musical compositions, a form of human expression filled with reality and slight mistakes. Rock and Roll has a sheer breadth of musical styles, effortlessly encompassed into one single song. My favorite song. Your innocent voice swerves from a gritty growl to a shimmering falsetto and leads into a jazzy experience. Instrument. Your music pours out with angelic ease. You switch to another song right in the middle of another one. Takeoff.
Laying down percussive hand slaps on the strings. Clapping, involving me in the melody, the beat. Frolicking. The piano-like guitar line crosses the frets while you sway around in your chair. Guitar is focused into an idea, your real message. Piano is a very dynamic instrument, my favorite. The two propose great versatility. Relaxing and overwhelmingly transforming mood. Graceful tempo. The chorus is an explosion. You build your song. Life. Repetition. Heightened volume, increased busyness. Increasing intensity before stopping it in its tracks. You switch to another song right in the middle of another one. Takeoff.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I love you.
She holds her womb absently. Already distracted from that other mother even before she has even arrived or gone. I was smiling and so happy. For the third time you decided to make the promise. Seriously, it was awesome and I loved it. The whole day was filled with friends, but i still felt like my besties were missing and it was a weird and lonely feeling. Love till death do you part. Right. I give it a few years.
I went to dinner last night. Fell in love with a girl I had only known for a couple weeks. We were supposed to be soul mates. The love of my life died in a car crash. She was hit at 90 miles per hour. She was only twenty years old. I'm waiting for that call u speak of!
I was committed to an insane asylum at the age of twenty-three. “Something just doesn’t click,” they say. I thought loved lasted forever but I thought wrong. Love once so sweet, now so sour. Broken promises, regrets, separation. There where we always sink into reeking eternity and find ourselves lost or found, u deserve much more than that.
Thats all you have to say!
I miss you!
She holds her womb absently. Already distracted from that other mother even before she has even arrived or gone. I was smiling and so happy. For the third time you decided to make the promise. Seriously, it was awesome and I loved it. The whole day was filled with friends, but i still felt like my besties were missing and it was a weird and lonely feeling. Love till death do you part. Right. I give it a few years.
I went to dinner last night. Fell in love with a girl I had only known for a couple weeks. We were supposed to be soul mates. The love of my life died in a car crash. She was hit at 90 miles per hour. She was only twenty years old. I'm waiting for that call u speak of!
I was committed to an insane asylum at the age of twenty-three. “Something just doesn’t click,” they say. I thought loved lasted forever but I thought wrong. Love once so sweet, now so sour. Broken promises, regrets, separation. There where we always sink into reeking eternity and find ourselves lost or found, u deserve much more than that.
Thats all you have to say!
I miss you!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
ETP V: Memory and Post-Memory
The Then and Now
"The Life He Left Behind"
1. He lived in San Francisco until the age of two.
2. His parents took him out to the suburbs, where he learned how to be cynical and funny.
3. One night at the dinner table, he said, "hey, I know how to write my name," and his mom said, "No, they will teach that in preschool next year, but you don't know how yet," and his father said, "hey, why don't you let him try at least?"... and they did. E-circle with two legs-I-C.
4. He learned how to write his name correctly in preschool.
5. He fell off his bike (on his second attempt to go down a steep hill) and his entire face was a scab for a while. Lost his three front teeth to the concrete of Sweetwater Drive. The neighbors all gave him pity toys and his mom gave him some color-changing MicroMachines.
6. When he was five, his parents divorced. The first memory of this new life was his first day of kindergarden, when only his dad was there. "Where's mommy?" he asked. "She's dead," replied his dad. Of course, he was joking, he was upset (hence the divorce).
7. Second year of instructional league baseball, his dad was the coach and they were sponsored by the local pizza place. That is when his affinity for pizza began.
8. At the age of seven, he heard a peer use the word "fuck" on the playground.
9. At the age of eight, he was crowned "King of Kickball."
10. At nine, he faced mounting pressures to succeed on the kickball field, so he started taking performance-enhancing drugs. By drugs, I mean candy, and lots of it. Sugar, energy, and playground... yup, that sounds right.
11. Fifth grade, first (and last) crush on a teacher. Heartbroken when she had him design her wedding invitations because he was a teacher's pet AND the best artist in the class. He did it anyway, in hopes that if he did a good job, she would leave the fiance and run away with him. Also, the first year he noticed he had a penis.
12. First year of middle school, his pants caught on his bike seat on the ride to the first day of school and he had to staple a six-inch rip.
13. Watched Jurassic Park twelve times at the movie theater.
14. First year of high school, he broke his finger in PE playing basketball on the day before basketball tryouts began. He went anyway and just stood in the corner while people tried out. He made the team anyway due to his extreme height.
15. Drank his first beer behind an abandoned warehouse. Bud Light never tasted so gross!
16. "Driving is a privilege, not a right." He became one of the six billion people behind the wheel.
17. Lost his virginity to a girl who claimed she wanted to be "bed buddies."
18. He got arrested for the felony charge of "possession of explosive devices" and was placed on probation for six months. Learned that playing with the perfect combination of water, dry ice and plastic water bottles is considered an "explosive device."
19. Discovered his love for tomatoes. He loves them in every shape, way, and form. He can eat a tomato like he could an orange, drink it as a juice, and consume as a soup.
20. Fell in love with a girl he had only known for a couple weeks. They were supposed to be soul mates (if you believe in that type of stuff).
21. Drinks beer legally for the first time. Also, the love of his life dies in a car crash. Hit at 90 miles per hour. He was devastated (to say the least).
22. He began to shy away from other people and became very recluse. He kept to himself and would only leave the house to go to church. He became very religious.
23. Lost a lot of weight. He used to weigh a hefty 190 pounds and now he is a little over 120 pounds. Such a frail frame, with cheekbones that stick out like razor blades.
24. He only has one suitcase full of personal belongings. Most of the stuff in it are letters from his soul mate (a picture of her hides in the top, right-hand corner).
25. He was committed to an asylum at the age of twenty-three. "Something just doesn't click," they say.
"The Life He Left Behind"
0. He was born eight pounds, eight ounces, and measured two feet long.
1. He lived in San Francisco until the age of two.
2. His parents took him out to the suburbs, where he learned how to be cynical and funny.
3. One night at the dinner table, he said, "hey, I know how to write my name," and his mom said, "No, they will teach that in preschool next year, but you don't know how yet," and his father said, "hey, why don't you let him try at least?"... and they did. E-circle with two legs-I-C.
4. He learned how to write his name correctly in preschool.
5. He fell off his bike (on his second attempt to go down a steep hill) and his entire face was a scab for a while. Lost his three front teeth to the concrete of Sweetwater Drive. The neighbors all gave him pity toys and his mom gave him some color-changing MicroMachines.
6. When he was five, his parents divorced. The first memory of this new life was his first day of kindergarden, when only his dad was there. "Where's mommy?" he asked. "She's dead," replied his dad. Of course, he was joking, he was upset (hence the divorce).
7. Second year of instructional league baseball, his dad was the coach and they were sponsored by the local pizza place. That is when his affinity for pizza began.
8. At the age of seven, he heard a peer use the word "fuck" on the playground.
9. At the age of eight, he was crowned "King of Kickball."
10. At nine, he faced mounting pressures to succeed on the kickball field, so he started taking performance-enhancing drugs. By drugs, I mean candy, and lots of it. Sugar, energy, and playground... yup, that sounds right.
11. Fifth grade, first (and last) crush on a teacher. Heartbroken when she had him design her wedding invitations because he was a teacher's pet AND the best artist in the class. He did it anyway, in hopes that if he did a good job, she would leave the fiance and run away with him. Also, the first year he noticed he had a penis.
12. First year of middle school, his pants caught on his bike seat on the ride to the first day of school and he had to staple a six-inch rip.
13. Watched Jurassic Park twelve times at the movie theater.
14. First year of high school, he broke his finger in PE playing basketball on the day before basketball tryouts began. He went anyway and just stood in the corner while people tried out. He made the team anyway due to his extreme height.
15. Drank his first beer behind an abandoned warehouse. Bud Light never tasted so gross!
16. "Driving is a privilege, not a right." He became one of the six billion people behind the wheel.
17. Lost his virginity to a girl who claimed she wanted to be "bed buddies."
18. He got arrested for the felony charge of "possession of explosive devices" and was placed on probation for six months. Learned that playing with the perfect combination of water, dry ice and plastic water bottles is considered an "explosive device."
19. Discovered his love for tomatoes. He loves them in every shape, way, and form. He can eat a tomato like he could an orange, drink it as a juice, and consume as a soup.
20. Fell in love with a girl he had only known for a couple weeks. They were supposed to be soul mates (if you believe in that type of stuff).
21. Drinks beer legally for the first time. Also, the love of his life dies in a car crash. Hit at 90 miles per hour. He was devastated (to say the least).
22. He began to shy away from other people and became very recluse. He kept to himself and would only leave the house to go to church. He became very religious.
23. Lost a lot of weight. He used to weigh a hefty 190 pounds and now he is a little over 120 pounds. Such a frail frame, with cheekbones that stick out like razor blades.
24. He only has one suitcase full of personal belongings. Most of the stuff in it are letters from his soul mate (a picture of her hides in the top, right-hand corner).
25. He was committed to an asylum at the age of twenty-three. "Something just doesn't click," they say.
Take a Hike
We used to go hiking on the weekend. High in the sky, we were. Laughing and breathing. Tripping and skipping. Huffing and Puffing. You and me. The breeze carried the worry away. Took it to a place where its grip could no longer reach us. We were free from the arguments, the shouting, the hitting, the uncomfortable silence. The slow transcendence back to ground level was always the worst. There it stood by the car door, waiting for us. "you escaped my grip, but not for long" Darkness returned, hiking was over.
I thought loved lasted forever but I thought wrong. Love once so sweet, now so sour. Broken promises, regrets, separation. That was all you two could think of. Now you have nothing nice to say, nor do you. Gone are those happy days, days we seemed like a normal family, days where I was just a child and you two were the adults. Days where the darkness of life never concerned me. Go on. Live your lives. Be happy. Be separate.
As if life weren't hard enough already, you had to quit your job. The doctor said something was wrong with your brain. You could no longer function like "normal" people. Life would be different now. Slower, simpler, boring. It was out of your control, no one can control the darkness of life. You must live with it. Coexist with the enemy. Act as if things will get better even when they get worse. Whatever.
For the third time you decided to make the promise. Love till death do you part. Right. I give it a few years. Oh wait, I was wrong. 2 kids later you're still with her. I guess the third time really is a charm. I still don't have that car you promised me but with two new children to support I guess that would no longer concern you. You may not see it now, darkness has a way of deceiving you. Like most pregnancies, when you least it expect it, it will come.
Darkness has arrived, in the form of a bad economy. At least you are not alone. Have comfort in knowing many others cannot pay their bills like you, have debt like you, worry like you. I wish I could say there are happier times in the future. But for you, an old man with a new wife and two young kids, I am not so sure. Perhaps you should go hiking.
this is how you lost me
Grand like a piano,
black mixed through white
–
–
–
and it did seem apt, since you are always the older mother in grey
in the only one where you smiled
and She holds her womb
Do you even remember which eve it was?
Or was that clutch a premonition, did you know she would leave?
Are you feeling now the tube rip, the lips curl back, too far?
Do you carry the pain from always inside that eve?
alone
Are we all cradling our before known loss, right there,
inbetween
the bone and skin, the seas and skies,
there in that city of dust
or found,
in the hot wet
steam of a rice-baby now grown, whose hair never did turn black.
arrives to a land so strange rude
crouching stiff over needle and thread.
Missy missy with the china-girl eyes,
then skipping barefoot on the sun-bleached cement
this is how you lost me
black mixed through white
–
–
–
and it did seem apt, since you are always the older mother in grey
in the only one where you smiled
and She holds her womb
absently
. Already distracted from that other mother
even before she has even arrived or goneDo you even remember which eve it was?
Or was that clutch a premonition, did you know she would leave?
Are you feeling now the tube rip, the lips curl back, too far?
Do you carry the pain from always inside that eve?
Does eve bring it to us – that prior to knowing that we will always be
left
left
alone
Are we all cradling our before known loss, right there,
inbetween
the bone and skin, the seas and skies,of rotting blood
beneath our toes as we run through the swamping on-pour
there where we always sink into reeking eternity and find ourselves lost
or found,
in the hot wet
steam of a rice-baby now grown, whose hair never did turn black.
Daughter of daughter that forever moves with the oceans
foaming out from nebulous splurges
foaming out from nebulous splurges
to lie oil bathed on the shores of a stolen isle
always taken in the dead of night
Eve
arrives to a land so strange rude
Lay hoe!
round the back
a woman with a face of yearscrouching stiff over needle and thread.
Whether it be skin or silk
you buy, you buybuy?
you buy, you buybuy?
Missy missy with the china-girl eyes,
then skipping barefoot on the sun-bleached cement
this is how you lost mewhen I found I wasn’t one of any of you
this is how you lost me
this is how you lost me
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Between You and me
Me
February 18 at 7:33am
HEy there!!
I love you omg the birthday basket present was awesome!!! It was so exciting to get a gift in class on my bday! i was smiling and so happy!!! I shared some nosh with the girls and my rabbi lol, we enjoyed it :) hehe! You are amazing, thanks for thinking of me and it was the perfect gift. mwaa
You
February 18 at 4:52pm
hey - ur awesome and u deserve much more than that...if i had money 0 u would get much more - u know that... anyway - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
MeFebruary 19 at 3:22am
seriously it was awesome and i loved it!!! I went to dinner last night with a bunch of friends, it was such a gorgeous restaurant and they got a cake with sparklers hehe! then we went to a comedy club where my friend meira performed and i got to go on stage and it was funnny...and we went to karaoke omg the day and night and today was filled with fun and crazyness!!!
i got my package from home...my parents got me a camera and it s beautiful and red :):) and shayna sent me all these cute things and a bracelet and make up! their cards were awesome too, it was a pop up cake thing! pretty much this bday was Thank G-d incredible and i had a great time, but i wish u and everyone were here with me! i missed you guys and the whole day was filled with friends, but i still felt like my besties were missing and it was a weird and lonely feeling, but nevertheless 19 is awesome and a lot of fun! mwa
You
February 19 at 4:44pm
woooooooooooow..... intense... glad 2 hear that it was all good... next birthday ill be at - i hope... but that sounds awesome... i wanted 2 send a camera but im 2 cheap... sorry... anyway - have a gr8 1 and ill try callin sometime soon... ttyl
Me
February 20 at 2:21am
Yah i hope you're there next year, it will be awesome and depressing b/c ill be turning 20, which is scray as hell....and first we have ur bday :)
So, their are two other girls turning 19 this week and today is Jordana's bday, so last night at midnight we made her a scavenger hunt and surprised her with a crazy slumber party like when we were 12 yrs old lol....we brought mattresses in the beit midrash and blanket and pillows and transformed the room into a huge bed and it was so fun hahah...we still have to clean that up uchh! well, hope you have a great day and better weather than us (its rainy and cold, no more snow)....ttyl im waitin for that call u speak of!
Love Interest
February 21 at 5:13pm
without me... thank you...
Me
February 22 at 2:20am
thats all you have to say! huh...lol
r u going to be home passover??!?!
ttyl
Love Interest
February 22 at 11:45am
maybe maybe... well c - gotta c what the plans are - prob gonna be there b4 and after but not ON passover... anyway - shalom
I miss you!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Gave birth to octuplets
Eight have so far been confirmed dead
may have (been) killed
6 boys, 2 girls, she said
viable embryos
50 to 100 of its 500
Victoria state, they said,
about 90 miles, or 140
they have seen strange people in their neighbourhoods
rockets and mortar shells
the death-toll could still top 300
killed 71. She said
they spent a lot of his childhood measuring his feet
flat and skimpy
viable embryos
5,000 homeless left
If it sounds like a train,
it could be a tornado
harsh and disproportionate
death.
waiting
Eight have so far been confirmed dead
may have (been) killed
6 boys, 2 girls, she said
viable embryos
50 to 100 of its 500
Victoria state, they said,
about 90 miles, or 140
they have seen strange people in their neighbourhoods
rockets and mortar shells
the death-toll could still top 300
killed 71. She said
they spent a lot of his childhood measuring his feet
flat and skimpy
viable embryos
5,000 homeless left
If it sounds like a train,
it could be a tornado
harsh and disproportionate
death.
waiting
Maybe
Police questioning two people,
181 people and 5,000 homeless left.
Victoria state, they said,
about 90 miles, or 140
deliberately, at least.
Eight have so far been confirmed dead. She said
they have seen strange people in their neighbourhoods
50 to 100 of its 500 may have (been) killed
the death-toll could still top 300
Injured some 500 people, destroying nearly 1,000
killed 71. She said
the scenes would bear gruesome
identification, difficult.
Do you have friends or relatives in the area?
181 people and 5,000 homeless left.
Victoria state, they said,
about 90 miles, or 140
deliberately, at least.
Eight have so far been confirmed dead. She said
they have seen strange people in their neighbourhoods
50 to 100 of its 500 may have (been) killed
the death-toll could still top 300
Injured some 500 people, destroying nearly 1,000
killed 71. She said
the scenes would bear gruesome
identification, difficult.
Do you have friends or relatives in the area?
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Bundles of.....
Gave birth to octuplets
6 boys, 2 girls
12 weeks of pregnancy
they are all doing quite well.
Lots of baby talk; the revelation has generated more
fertility treatments
viable embryos
caesarean delivery
oxygen
medical assistance
Warned about the risks
but they were so tiny and beautiful
Weary of the spotlight
conversations of ethical issues
regulation
counseling
All babies are fed intravenously
released from the hospital
and have a huge house to call home
6 boys, 2 girls
12 weeks of pregnancy
they are all doing quite well.
Lots of baby talk; the revelation has generated more
fertility treatments
viable embryos
caesarean delivery
oxygen
medical assistance
Warned about the risks
but they were so tiny and beautiful
Weary of the spotlight
conversations of ethical issues
regulation
counseling
All babies are fed intravenously
released from the hospital
and have a huge house to call home
Friday, February 6, 2009
ETP IV: Prose to Verse
The Reclusive Life of an American Eccentric
Opening sequence
born of a tornado, a small puppet
drawn from a skimpy historical record
strange detail
flat
ordinary
monotone
spent a lot of his childhood measuring his feet
kidnapped by a tornado, artfully manipulated
gliding smoothly in black
bringing precisely observed truth to his smallest actions
you don't argue logic with an eccentric
Brief, funny sequence
disjointed interior dialogue
"If it sounds like a train,
it could be a tornado"
"If someone knocks on your door,
it could be a tornado"
Closing sequence
never coheres into something sharp and lifelike
languid meditation
droning activity
the clock breaks.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Israel strikes Gaza after militant rocket fire
threatened
harsh and disproportionate
rockets and mortar shells
fly across the border
weapons tunnels weapons
solution
unwritten t r u c e
ends.
violence
increase steadily
intensifying by
nature.
immediate
launched response
retaliation
now.
explosions
killing
death.
waiting
harsh and disproportionate
rockets and mortar shells
fly across the border
weapons tunnels weapons
solution
unwritten t r u c e
ends.
violence
increase steadily
intensifying by
nature.
immediate
launched response
retaliation
now.
explosions
killing
death.
waiting
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Dear Ignorance,
I drew gashes on my skin to reflect the inner me, in hope that someone would help to give these thoughts a rest.
I dug deep into my scalp to try to reach the mad.
The longer that I tried,
the closer the walls got. Confined. (Surrounded by thick clear skin. Skin that contains you –necessary for life–
wearing at the seams
I yearn for a time I knew. A time I longed for –how could we let us go?
Sometimes when I come back I don’t know if I am even mine or if I had been left with what is yours. I worry that you have more than me, that they loved you more freely. I look back to that empty shape and wonder what things I filled it with, what happened when we slipped past one another?
I wander with what you did with our time, my space.
He once told me that he hated you and I cried because he asked me to say goodbye –how could we let us go?
Our body is now unshapely wet and I am an old witness filled with stories
(my generation sleeps)
I drew gashes on my skin to reflect the inner me, in hope that someone would help to give these thoughts a rest.
I dug deep into my scalp to try to reach the mad.
The longer that I tried,
the closer the walls got. Confined. (Surrounded by thick clear skin. Skin that contains you –necessary for life–
wearing at the seams
I yearn for a time I knew. A time I longed for –how could we let us go?
Sometimes when I come back I don’t know if I am even mine or if I had been left with what is yours. I worry that you have more than me, that they loved you more freely. I look back to that empty shape and wonder what things I filled it with, what happened when we slipped past one another?
I wander with what you did with our time, my space.
He once told me that he hated you and I cried because he asked me to say goodbye –how could we let us go?
Our body is now unshapely wet and I am an old witness filled with stories
(my generation sleeps)
Dear Ignorance.
Dear Ignorance,
I drew gashes on my skin to reflect the inner me, in hope that someone would help to give these thoughts a rest. Sometimes when I come back I don’t know if I am even mine or if I had been left with what is yours. I worry that you had more than me, that they loved you more freely. He once told me that he hated you and I cried because he asked me to say goodbye. How could we let us go? But the longer that I tried, the closer the walls got. Confined. Surrounded by thick clear skin. Skin that contains you– necessary for life– wearing at the seams.
I yearn for a time I knew. A time I will long for. How could we let us go?
I dug deep into my scalp to try to reach the mad. I look back to that empty shape and wonder what things I filled it with, what happened when we slipped past one another. I wonder what you did with our time, my space.
My generation sleeps. Our body is now unshapely and wet and I am an old witness filled with stories.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
absense makes the parts go wonder
Where did you or rather I go when you leave? When I take flight on wings of angels or was it eagles whose ruddy feathers fall ashen in the too close sun. She said not to look at it. I did. I looked for far too long. I think that is when you came, when the slink of it caught at the rim, right on the reaches of sight, I went away, or rather they did. They melted and I went away with you, or you came towards me, I forget now whose was who’s. I know that there was no thinking then, when you went away and I arrived, when departure set in. Yet sometimes I look back to that empty shape and wonder what things I filled it with, what happened when we slipped past one another, tips sliding, skirts flapping as they vanished just around the corner. I wonder what you did with our time, my space.
Sometimes when I come back you don’t know if I am even mine or if I had been left with what is yours. The body feels old and used up, as though I were stepping between bowling shoes. I worry that you had more than me, that they loved you more freely, no strings attached. Even our neck smells different inside those nostrils. He once told me that he hated you and I cried because he asked me to say goodbye. How could we let us go? I wandered for a while then, I don’t know where you went. When I look back I only see a haziness, a furry depth that I strive to prick- but once I look too hard twice we’re gone and with you all the memories fall. They fail. I try to steal a glance my way whilst you fade in and out through shades just catching along the rim, right there . in the slink of it all.
Sometimes when I come back you don’t know if I am even mine or if I had been left with what is yours. The body feels old and used up, as though I were stepping between bowling shoes. I worry that you had more than me, that they loved you more freely, no strings attached. Even our neck smells different inside those nostrils. He once told me that he hated you and I cried because he asked me to say goodbye. How could we let us go? I wandered for a while then, I don’t know where you went. When I look back I only see a haziness, a furry depth that I strive to prick- but once I look too hard twice we’re gone and with you all the memories fall. They fail. I try to steal a glance my way whilst you fade in and out through shades just catching along the rim, right there . in the slink of it all.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
These Thoughts Are Mine To Keep
I have tried many times
But the longer that I tried,
the closer the walls got
I dug
I dug deep into my scalp
to try to reach the mad,
but the longer that I dug,
the closer the walls got
I drew gashes on my skin
to reflect the inner me,
in hope that someone
would help
to give these thoughts a rest
But, no one could help,
because they too
had gashes on their skin.
I tried to hide
I tried to run
I tried to run
But the longer that I tried,
the closer the walls got
I dug
I dug deep into my scalp
to try to reach the mad,
but the longer that I dug,
the closer the walls got
I drew gashes on my skin
to reflect the inner me,
in hope that someone
would help
to give these thoughts a rest
But, no one could help,
because they too
had gashes on their skin.
Traces of Life no longer there: Full Service Man
Dear Ignorance,
As far as my eye can wonder. The cars line up to the road. Convenience and leisure in the swiftness of the pump. With patience you demonstrate. You work. You wait on me.
Thank you Full Service Man.
In the blue of winter. In the sweat of summer. You are there. Active.
Thank you Full Service Man.
Confined to your holy Petrol Station in Classic America.
So much has changed.
Life is ever changing.
Change is constant. Whether or not I comply with its demands.
I am an old witness. Filled with stories. Worn out and tired.
I often complain. I yearn for a time I knew. A time I long for.
My generation sleeps.
Wondering patiently through time.
Wearing at the seams.
Where has the patience gone?
Where are we rushing to?
Where is the silence of silence?
Importance in the smallness of life brings fulfillment. Leisure.
I am sorry Full Service Man.
The royalty of pumping gas will be forgotten.
Respectfully,
American Zaide
As far as my eye can wonder. The cars line up to the road. Convenience and leisure in the swiftness of the pump. With patience you demonstrate. You work. You wait on me.
Thank you Full Service Man.
In the blue of winter. In the sweat of summer. You are there. Active.
Thank you Full Service Man.
Confined to your holy Petrol Station in Classic America.
So much has changed.
Life is ever changing.
Change is constant. Whether or not I comply with its demands.
I am an old witness. Filled with stories. Worn out and tired.
I often complain. I yearn for a time I knew. A time I long for.
My generation sleeps.
Wondering patiently through time.
Wearing at the seams.
Where has the patience gone?
Where are we rushing to?
Where is the silence of silence?
Importance in the smallness of life brings fulfillment. Leisure.
I am sorry Full Service Man.
The royalty of pumping gas will be forgotten.
Respectfully,
American Zaide
Monday, January 26, 2009
TRACES OF LIFE NO LONGER THERE: SWEET AROMA
I wonder how it must feel to be
Trapped
Surrounded by thick clear skin
Skin that contains you
Necessary for life…..stifling life
And each time we bring light into ours, do we take from yours?
Your body withers and shrinks but the light remains
One strong breath
One final exhale
Your body is now unshapely and wet
Gray smoke rises and disappears into the night
Only to leave behind the sweet aroma that is you
You live in the air we breathe
Your aura, apple with a hint of cinnamon
Pleasant yet unavoidable
You continue to rise and linger
Your body hardens, skin remains
And I wonder how it must feel to be
Free
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Imagine the most beloved giraffe nets
Imagine.
The wind blows
it blows through you,
above you,
and below you
Musical display of sound, thought, speech
Leafs rustle, branches crack
Burning light shining through the thousands of holes
marked by nature,
artificially molded.
Lies among a grove of trees
in the middle of a forest.
hidden and forgotten
...Still
The wind blows
it blows through you,
above you,
and below you
Musical display of sound, thought, speech
Leafs rustle, branches crack
Burning light shining through the thousands of holes
marked by nature,
artificially molded.
Lies among a grove of trees
in the middle of a forest.
hidden and forgotten
...Still
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Objects in Situ: Giraffe Nets??
Tall blue nets... with poles. Tall enough to catch giraffes... yes... Tall blue nets.. in the middle of a forest of all tan trees....Tall blue nets, sun shining through the thousands of holes..... The silver poles stand feet and feet and feet above the ground... They hold the tall blue nets....Out of my reach... The wind blows, it blows through you, above you, and below you... People walk past, they do not notice the tall blue nets... Leafs rustle, branches crack, the tall blue nets remain ....Still
Objects in Situ: IMAGINE
Image. Appearance. Color. Life. Action. Freedom.
Visible impression, marked by nature, yet artificially molded
One Opinion. My Impression. Difference.
Live performance, musical display of sound, thought, speech
Inspiring. Lively. Awakening. Earthly. Peace.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Objects in Situ: Most Beloved
Your memorial, hidden and forgotten,lies among a grove of trees.
Your silhouette, burnt into a spread of bricks,
is disfigured by dead leaves and dirt.
The items in your pocket
are charred and defaced by the burning light.
Most beloved,
rest in peace.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
CRYPT
INHALE
Mouth tightens on one side of face.
No hair, bald
Up and Down.
OPENS
Lips close, peel open again.
Pulls his sleeves up, left one first
Naked knees. Tan shoes.
COUGH
Bites down upon nail tip.
Song of Little Red Riding Hood begins to play
Chewing and chomping in silence.
GRABS
Deep rasping sound emerges.
Somewhat big ears, freckled
Pause Stop.
BLINK
Eyes flit from side to side.
Green eyes
Dark Big Eyes move back and forth.
BLINK
Eyes flit from one side of socket to the other, gazing toward the screen.
Watch on left wrist
She stares up for a moment.
DRAGS
Arm near pelvis, still clenched a little more tightly.
Chair underneath him and puts his right knee on it
Colorful hippie styled bag.
EXTENDS
Bad things are going to happen.
Put his left hand inside the left, front pocket of his jeans
The pen in hand is now the pen in mouth.
PLAY
Lips, fingers grazing against skin.
He shifts his book from left to right hand, and shifts it back in less than three seconds
Chew toy between her straight white teeth.
OPENS
Mouth tightened on one side of face.
Holds it in his left hand
Water bottle half full.
EXHALE
Swallows, chin pushed up against neck, slight lap of skin.
White, almost pinkish skin
Back and forth.
Mouth tightens on one side of face.
No hair, bald
Up and Down.
OPENS
Lips close, peel open again.
Pulls his sleeves up, left one first
Naked knees. Tan shoes.
COUGH
Bites down upon nail tip.
Song of Little Red Riding Hood begins to play
Chewing and chomping in silence.
GRABS
Deep rasping sound emerges.
Somewhat big ears, freckled
Pause Stop.
BLINK
Eyes flit from side to side.
Green eyes
Dark Big Eyes move back and forth.
BLINK
Eyes flit from one side of socket to the other, gazing toward the screen.
Watch on left wrist
She stares up for a moment.
DRAGS
Arm near pelvis, still clenched a little more tightly.
Chair underneath him and puts his right knee on it
Colorful hippie styled bag.
EXTENDS
Bad things are going to happen.
Put his left hand inside the left, front pocket of his jeans
The pen in hand is now the pen in mouth.
PLAY
Lips, fingers grazing against skin.
He shifts his book from left to right hand, and shifts it back in less than three seconds
Chew toy between her straight white teeth.
OPENS
Mouth tightened on one side of face.
Holds it in his left hand
Water bottle half full.
EXHALE
Swallows, chin pushed up against neck, slight lap of skin.
White, almost pinkish skin
Back and forth.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Body in Situ
Eyes flit from side to side; fists rounded not quite clenched, feet folded, lying down. Breath quickening, lips pursed eyebrows frown, coughs, lifts hands to mouth. I wondered whether he was just interested in sleeping with her or whether he was in love with her. Mouth open, slight smile…or grimace. Bad things are going to happen. Arm near pelvis, still clenched a little more tightly. Presses button. Gets up, moving quickly, twisting body, answers phone. Hi Papa. Hello? Not yet no I haven’t had a chance. Lips rise to mouth, voice slightly muffled, playing with lips. Elbows bent against chest. Yeah papa I have an appointment with the doctor on the 21st it was the soonest that was available. The soonest that was available. He’s very good. Bites fingers. It’s covered, I think. Yeah, I know. Um no just still looking for jobs. Plays with lips, fingers grazing against skin, pushes hair behind ear, eyes read across, flitting. Looks towards fingers inspects them, slight smile. Really absolutely nothing, nothing interesting. Long hair falling across shoulders, enshrouding bare arms. Oh yeah sorry, I’ll do that. Will do. Very warm, quite hot actually, it’s probably like 71 degrees. Have you been getting out swimming? Ok I love you Papa. Puts down phone. Readjusts body, lying along bed arms by sides bent, knees bent. Fists clenched against belly. Eyes blinking. Breathing in, out, in, out. In out, fast, shallow. Computer rises with each breath. Face sullen almost, relaxed. Eyes move downwards, flitting across. Licks lips, catches me staring, grimaces, laughs, eyes crease, wrinkling. He’s so- . Hand folds over bent at the wrist. Coughs, laughs, chest tightens. Coughs, raising hand to mouth in loose ball. Cheeks heavy, gentle. Mouth open, small opening, light heavy breathing. Hands open on thighs fingers spread against the thigh. What is he implying- he likes the hunt or just the chase? Lips close, peel open again. Right eyebrow slight tension, now upwards arched in an angle across the brow. Eyes moving in small circular motions. Breath begins in belly, chest enlarging. NO! What? Face contorts, mouth pursed open in circular o shape, eyebrows heavy laden, wrinkles appear between them, eyes narrow, lips turn downwards. Hand clenches about computer. Knees together. Feet held parallel to one another. Coughs, rising curled hand to mouth. Eyes flicker to the side, now downward along a diagonal. I’ve got to re-download it. Damn it. Eyes move along screen horizontally. Swallows, chin pushed up against neck, slight lap of skin. Creases at the neck deepen. Mouth tightened on one side of face. There must be a great twist at the end of this movie that makes you look over so often. Crosses legs over one another. Foot rests in the air. Scrunches face. Hmm. Moves legs down, placing right leg over left, lying down along the bed. Big toe of right foot jitters. Stops jittering. Small toes of rest of right foot twitch rhythmically. Coughs, takes lips to mouth touching. Fingers slide along mouse pad. Dabbing. Swish from side to side. Breathes, chest rising upwards, Strokes against mouse pad. Circular motions. Small toes twitch. Once, again, again, again. Types. Again, again, faster. Small toes of foot bend towards pad of foot, again, again, again. Whole foots moves down slightly. Fingers continue to glide along mouse pad. Single finger, index finger, rests on lips. Types. Places hand back on mouth. Index finger bent now, fingers gently curled under. Coughs, yawns, fingers remain in front of mouth. Feet twitch. Toes bend. Again. Hand moves through hair, fingers separating strands. Arm moves beneath body, scratches at lower back. Right hand moves from mouse pad, touches lips. Index finger picks at lips. Moves back to keyboard. Left arm lies clenched at side of hip. Thumb lies over fingers curled under. Deep breath, chest rises, fuller than ordinary, breathes, coughs, deep and more than just throaty, deeply from the inner chest. Deep rasping sound emerges. Eyes flit from one side of socket to the other, gazing toward the screen. Toes of right foot continue to twitch under. Big toe of left foot joins them in rhythmic dance. While right foot bends, left big toe moves from side to side. Breathing heavily through nose. Takes in deep breath, stops for briefest movement. Coughs. Finger returns to lip, right-hand index finger is bent. Grazes against skin. Smiles, high pitched heeeh. Gazes back towards screen. Face contorts, eyebrows rise. Eyes creased below the eyes. Hand holds computer moving it further towards upper chest. Hands return back to sides. Fingers of left hands clenched. Huh. Fingers clench and knock against side. Hands move outwards quickly rising beside either side of thighs, held up off the bed. Damn it why is this not working. Scratches pelvis. Deep breath. Cough. Finger beneath nose. Fingers stroking along mouse pad. Thumb clicks button. Index finger soothes along lower lip. Hand curled and lightly clenched by mouth. Eyes flit from side to side. I noticed it a while ago, a couple of weeks ago before we left. Fingers graze along mouse pad. Fingers outstretch, typing. Finger returns to lips. Fingers of right hand move along pad. Index finger moves into open mouth. Bites down upon nail tip. Left big toe smoothes along side of right foot. Up and down. Up and down. Finger remains in mouth slowly moving between teeth and then out once more. Nail tip now firmly placed between teeth. Fingers glide along mouse pad. Toe twitches against left foot. Finger moves quickly over upper lip into mouth and over lower lip. Moves down resting upon breastbone. Left hand returns to hip, clenched. Right hand raised index finger touching lip. Lips twitch upwards at the side of the mouth. Finger traces along lip. Removes hand from move, placing finger outstretched on hip just about thigh. Mouth still slightly open. Fingers twitching slightly. Hands of right hand fingers move in order, twitching very briefly. Then thumb of left hand twitches. Slightly furrowed brow. Staggered breath as computer lies across chest. Eyes lower, lids lower further across eyeball. Blinking frequently. Swallows and eyes widen, mouth opens and closes. Chest rises and falls. Eyes narrow, lids coming lower. Mouth tucks in, sucking lower lip under. Cheeks purse, drawn inwards by suction. Eyes widen fully. Runs off with the little sister. Eyes blink. Foot twitches, lower left foot big toe sliding against right toes. Eyes flit across screen. Hands remain at hips. Lower Lip fluctuates, pulled taut then released. Eyes move circular. Blinking. Mouth open slightly. Creases between eyebrows. Blinks slowly, heavily. Blinks again. Shoulders lower. Licks lips. Lips pursed together, mouth remains slightly open. Lifts hand to hair, stroking. Hand returns back to side. Big toe twitches. Left big toe twitches against right small toes as they twitch.
Marloe (Body in Situ)
HUNCHED over
INHALE
EXHALE
SHIFT of sneakers blue with white stripes
skinny hands TAP keyboard
head RESTING on hand
arm RESTING on chair
OPENS computer
itunes
TYPING
GAZING at screen
BLINK
eyes MOVE across itunes
SEARCHING
COUGH
hand over mouth
STANDS up
FOLDS purple shirt
PLACES in drawer
TAKES blue shirt out
TAKES red shirt out
SHUTS drawer
OPENS drawer
TAKES white shirt out
TAKES green shirt out
TAKES socks out
ARRANGES shirts on bed
THROWS bra, panties on top
CHECKS phone
SITS in chair
TYPES on computer
EXTENDS legs
DRAGS mouse
SHIFTS in chair
DRAGS mouse
COUGH
hand over mouth
GRABS water bottle
REMOVES cap
DRINKS
REPLACES cap
water bottle PUT back on desk
STARES at computer
more TYPING
phone RINGS
TALKS to friend
HANGS up
COUGH
hand over mouth
OPENS facebook
fingers PLAY with short brown hair
head RESTING on hand
arm RESTING on chair
PRESSES off button
white mac computer GOES black
GRABS purple shirt and socks
OPENS drawer
INHALE
EXHALE
SHIFT of sneakers blue with white stripes
skinny hands TAP keyboard
head RESTING on hand
arm RESTING on chair
OPENS computer
itunes
TYPING
GAZING at screen
BLINK
eyes MOVE across itunes
SEARCHING
COUGH
hand over mouth
STANDS up
FOLDS purple shirt
PLACES in drawer
TAKES blue shirt out
TAKES red shirt out
SHUTS drawer
OPENS drawer
TAKES white shirt out
TAKES green shirt out
TAKES socks out
ARRANGES shirts on bed
THROWS bra, panties on top
CHECKS phone
SITS in chair
TYPES on computer
EXTENDS legs
DRAGS mouse
SHIFTS in chair
DRAGS mouse
COUGH
hand over mouth
GRABS water bottle
REMOVES cap
DRINKS
REPLACES cap
water bottle PUT back on desk
STARES at computer
more TYPING
phone RINGS
TALKS to friend
HANGS up
COUGH
hand over mouth
OPENS facebook
fingers PLAY with short brown hair
head RESTING on hand
arm RESTING on chair
PRESSES off button
white mac computer GOES black
GRABS purple shirt and socks
OPENS drawer
Observation-Professor
Appearance
- No hair, bald
- Clean-shaven face
- Very light eyebrows, looks like he has no eyebrows
- Green eyes
- Long nose
- Thin Lips
- Somewhat big ears, freckled
- White, almost pinkish skin
- Tall, over six feet
- Slender, has love-handles, but thin nonetheless
Clothes and Accessories
- Striped black and white, long-sleeve shirt, with a black trim all around
- Gray t-shirt underneath the long-sleeve
- Blue jeans with five pockets
- Gold band on left hand, ring finger
- Watch on left wrist
Belongings (all sitting on the desk in front of him)
- White Macbook, open and facing him
- Book, The Classic Fairy Tales, lies on top of the laptop
- Ring of keys are hidden behind the laptop
- White paper notebook open midway, sitting to the right of the laptop
- Manila folder to the left of the laptop
- Black messenger bag to the right of the paper notebook
Actions
- Chalk in right hand
- Put his left hand inside the left, front pocket of his jeans
- Turns to the chalkboard behind him to write
- After he is done writing, he turns to the class and gestures “climax” (he motions, with his right hand, something climbing, and focuses his attention to the very top of the imaginary ladder, and slowly the right hand descends, indicating a declining motion)
- His gesture is interrupted, he scratches his head
- As he thinks of what to say, he looks towards the ceiling and once he is beginning to form a sentence, he looks around the class (at every single student)
- As he is trying to explain his idea, he nods, moving his head minutely up and down (as if trying to get approval that everybody understands)
- Remains silent for a few seconds and looks down at the notebook in front of him as he thinks of how to express the next concept
- He looks at the floor, looks up at the class, with his right hand, he picks up the book in front of him, The Classic Fairy Tales, and opens it
- In the process of picking up his book, he grabs a mechanical pencil
- Closes the book and holds it in his left hand, with his right hand, he turns the page of his notebook
- He acknowledges his notes and looks over to his right shoulder and notices a chair
- He sets down the book on the table and pulls the chair underneath him and puts his right knee on it
- Pulls his laptop closer to himself, leans over to press the keys and a blue screen appears on the wall behind him
- The song of Little Red Riding Hood begins to play
- He stares into his laptop and nods his head in rhythm to the melody
- Puts his hands up to represent the wolf, he motions the teeth and the ears
- Takes his right knee off of the chair and sits down
- Puts his hands on the desk
- Is still holding the pencil between his index and middle finger
- Picks up the book with his left hand and holds it with both hands as he browses through it
- He looks up at the class and holds the book in his left hand, and the pencil in his right hand
- He begins to talk about the book and keeps glancing at the book as he discusses it
- He sets it down gently, with the cover facing up, and he looks up at the class and poses a question
- Waits and looks around the room as he waits for someone to speak
- When someone speaks, he nods as the person finishes up
- Asks for participation and looks at the book as the student is speaking
- He keeps nodding and chuckling
- He brings his right hand to his chin and laughs
- When speaker is done, he stands up and says, “yeah”
- Does most of his gestures with his right hand
- He shifts his book from left to right hand, and shifts it back in less than three seconds (this goes on for quite a while)
- As he is talking about the book (in his left hand), he points at it with his right hand
- Sits back down
- Put his right elbow on the table and holds the book with his left, then alternates between left and right a couple times
- Makes a circular motion with his right hand, the motion moves forward
- Puts his right hand on his chin and slowly lets his head rest on it as it moves towards his right cheekbone
- Closes his laptop and moves his upper body closer to the table in front of him and put both elbows on the table
- His left elbow rests on top of the laptop
- He leans back and then leans forward again
- Again, both elbows on the table
- Puts the book down
- Make gestures with both hands, indicating a parallel of some sort
- Squints his eyes as he is tries to remember something
- Gestures with both of his hands, palms facing each other and moves them from his body and away from his body
- Looks down at the book and picks it up and tries to find his place
- He reads a short passage from the book and looks up at the class
- He gestures the concept behind the passage, with both hands he makes a twisting motion (as if uncapping something in mid-air)
- Gestures something that is ongoing by motioning a wave
- Pulls his sleeves up, left one first
Body in Situ
Lounging in her chair–
Legs crossed. Bent. Smushed out of shape.
Naked knees. Tan shoes.
Jaw and gums moving in unison
Up and Down
Chewing and chomping in silence
With a tilt of the head. She focuses on another student.
Shuffling her papers. Taking notes with the pen in hand.
The pen in hand is now the pen in mouth
A chew toy between her straight white teeth.
Reading. Browsing.
Dark Big Eyes move back and forth.
Back and forth.
Behind her auburn chocolate glasses.
Looking down. Glaring in a trance like state.
Notes. Notes. Reading. Writing. Writing. Writing. Reading.
Pause Stop.
Quietly shuffling the white crisp pages in her lap once again.
She stares up for a moment. Glancing at the professor.
Reenacting the studious motions repeatedly.
Over and over again.
A colorful hippie styled bag rests on her desk.
The water bottle half full. Sitting near the notebook.
Notes. Paper shuffle. Focus.
Eyes zoomed in on her note taking hand.
Following along as her words form on the page.
Hand to pen. Pen to paper. Pen to air.
Biting her pen between her teeth.
Frozen in time
Shaking. Chewing.
Turning. Looking.
Browsing.
Reading.
Writing.
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