Sunday November 2nd, 2008

The exercise:

Scroll through your Ipod playlist, scan through radio stations, or grab a CD at random and just listen to the songs until you hear a first line that catches your imagination. Use it as your first line and then go wherever it inspires you to go.

Mine:

Audioslave - Like a Stone

On a cobweb afternoon
The air is more still than death;
An old woman crafts her moon
With silver thread and held breath.

There is no other movement,
No shifty squirrel scaling trees,
No wild words borrowed or lent,
No memory of a breeze.

The white windmill gathers dust
Like a bucket collects rain:
Without desire or lust,
Without joy, sorrow or pain.

The sun shifts lazily west;
The woman completes her art
And lies down to take her rest,
Knowing she has done her part.