The exercise:
Let's end August with another random CD starter. This time around I laid out six CDs in a row that I've been listening to, then went to a random number generator I found online. I got it to generate one random number between 1 and 6 to pick the CD, then got a number from 1 to 11 (11 being the number of tracks on the chosen CD) to select a track. The first line of that song was my starter.
It sounds more complicated than it really is.
Mine:
Sarah Harmer - I'm a Mountain - Escarpment Blues
If they blow a hole in my backyard
Everyone is gonna run away.
Newsmen will come from every town
And we won't even get a say.
No more obscurity, no more peace,
Our neighborhood will be front page news.
Reporters will vie for headline quotes
And smother us with their pompous views.
And I will look down upon it all,
Safe in my private balcony;
I'll see the burned pictures, shattered toys,
Precious dreams scattered in the debris.
Saturday August 30th, 2008
The exercise:
Another Saturday, another four line poem. This week's topic is: new beginnings.
Mine:
Tears, screams, terror in the night
Push, breath, fighting that bright light
Stop, rest, relax now my wife
Joy, tears, welcome this new life
Another Saturday, another four line poem. This week's topic is: new beginnings.
Mine:
Tears, screams, terror in the night
Push, breath, fighting that bright light
Stop, rest, relax now my wife
Joy, tears, welcome this new life
Friday August 29th, 2008
The exercise:
Def Poetry Jam Friday this week features Dan Sully and Tim Stafford performing Death From Below.
Mine:
Holy lord I love this one so much. I love how passionate they are, especially Tim (the one on the right). When he screams "Tiny f#@%ing Tim", jumps up and down while talking about tall people and when he poses while saying 'and we can still be handsome"I almost fell off my chair. Yes, that makes three times. No, I don't have very good balance.
If Rives can provide the theme song for poets, let these gentlemen give us the short man's anthem.
I remember being in a split grade 5/6 class and being the shortest guy in the room. And I was in grade 6. Oh, how I know their pain.
Anyway, before we start dredging through painful childhood memories, here's another great performance from my new short heroes.
Def Poetry Jam Friday this week features Dan Sully and Tim Stafford performing Death From Below.
Mine:
Holy lord I love this one so much. I love how passionate they are, especially Tim (the one on the right). When he screams "Tiny f#@%ing Tim", jumps up and down while talking about tall people and when he poses while saying 'and we can still be handsome"I almost fell off my chair. Yes, that makes three times. No, I don't have very good balance.
If Rives can provide the theme song for poets, let these gentlemen give us the short man's anthem.
I remember being in a split grade 5/6 class and being the shortest guy in the room. And I was in grade 6. Oh, how I know their pain.
Anyway, before we start dredging through painful childhood memories, here's another great performance from my new short heroes.
Thursday August 28th, 2008
The exercise:
Today's starter is: thoughts on meditation. Ah, the struggles of the restless mind.
Mine:
Okay, focus on the breath, don't get carried away by thoughts. Just label it 'thinking' and go back to the breath, no problem.
What was that sou- thinking.
In. Out. In. Out.
Is thinking 'in out' cheating? Thinking.
In. Out. In. Out.
I'll have to ask if that's che- thinking.
I wonder- thinking.
Ow, my ba- thinking.
Hey, I'm getting pretty good at cutting these thoughts off. I'm not letting - THINKING!
Oh man, I almost laughed. Would they kick me out if I la- thinking.
I wonder what you'd have to do to get kicked out of a meditation class. Oh, thinking.
Oh, is it time to stop already? Wow, I feel so mellow.
Today's starter is: thoughts on meditation. Ah, the struggles of the restless mind.
Mine:
Okay, focus on the breath, don't get carried away by thoughts. Just label it 'thinking' and go back to the breath, no problem.
What was that sou- thinking.
In. Out. In. Out.
Is thinking 'in out' cheating? Thinking.
In. Out. In. Out.
I'll have to ask if that's che- thinking.
I wonder- thinking.
Ow, my ba- thinking.
Hey, I'm getting pretty good at cutting these thoughts off. I'm not letting - THINKING!
Oh man, I almost laughed. Would they kick me out if I la- thinking.
I wonder what you'd have to do to get kicked out of a meditation class. Oh, thinking.
Oh, is it time to stop already? Wow, I feel so mellow.
Wednesday August 27th, 2008
The exercise:
Today's topic is: the disappearance.
Mine:
It's getting late, where did they go?
The young children, with the Play-Doh?
They must be here, please don't say no!
What were they wearing, do you know?
Maybe they're watching their new show,
The one about the girl's blue bow.
No, no! I have searched high and low.
But wait! There, a little hand, oh!
Why must they play in the sand so?
Today's topic is: the disappearance.
Mine:
It's getting late, where did they go?
The young children, with the Play-Doh?
They must be here, please don't say no!
What were they wearing, do you know?
Maybe they're watching their new show,
The one about the girl's blue bow.
No, no! I have searched high and low.
But wait! There, a little hand, oh!
Why must they play in the sand so?
Tuesday August 26th, 2008
The exercise:
Kat and I went to Golden Ears Provincial Park today (thankfully before the rain hit) - it was my first time there and I can't wait to go back.
Unsurprisingly, today's exercise is to write about nature.
Mine:
We travel down the earthy path,
Creek calmly slipping by to the right
While mossy Tree can't help but laugh
At sodden Rock's panicky plight.
"Relax," Tree calls, "it's just a bath!"
But Rock still struggles with all his might
Wry Wind whispers, "He's just too daft -
Leave the fool to his eternal fight."
Kat and I went to Golden Ears Provincial Park today (thankfully before the rain hit) - it was my first time there and I can't wait to go back.
Unsurprisingly, today's exercise is to write about nature.
Mine:
We travel down the earthy path,
Creek calmly slipping by to the right
While mossy Tree can't help but laugh
At sodden Rock's panicky plight.
"Relax," Tree calls, "it's just a bath!"
But Rock still struggles with all his might
Wry Wind whispers, "He's just too daft -
Leave the fool to his eternal fight."
Monday August 25th, 2008
The exercise:
Using the prompt from yesterday's meeting: write down two places you want to go, seven things you see around you right now, four things you hear and five chores you want to avoid. Draw ideas from your list and go!
I liked the idea of creating lists as a starter so I think I'll try that out here at least a few times. There were actually several more things to list but by the time I got these down an idea had already been sparked so I just went with it.
Mine:
Places to go: Spain, Thailand
Things I see: thrones, ceiling fan, exposed pipes, fake flowers, clock, piano
Things I hear: music, children, footsteps, thoughts
Chores to avoid: laundry, dishes, clean floors, weed garden
The street king sat proudly on his broken down throne, unaware or without a care for the jutting springs, splintered wooden armrests or the stuffing erupting like white lava from the cushions. He watched with a toothy smile as his many children danced around him, each to his or her own imagined choir.
This was not what he dreamed of when he arrived from Spain, this palace of exposed pipes and rusted ceiling fans; the clock on the wall that claimed it had been twenty past seven for the last five years; the perfectly out of tune piano in the corner. No, this was not his dream.
But this court of fools was his: the woman from Thailand who taught school back home but cleaned floors for a living now; the jester with a weed garden; the children who sold fake flowers to tourists who felt bad about the obvious poverty of the boys and girls but couldn't be bothered to really do something about it.
The street king rose and marched, military style, across the room, his footsteps echoing faintly off the bare walls. All eyes were on him during his hourly inspection, striding the length and breadth of his kingdom. He slowly made his way back to his crumbling throne, satisfied. All was as it should be.
Using the prompt from yesterday's meeting: write down two places you want to go, seven things you see around you right now, four things you hear and five chores you want to avoid. Draw ideas from your list and go!
I liked the idea of creating lists as a starter so I think I'll try that out here at least a few times. There were actually several more things to list but by the time I got these down an idea had already been sparked so I just went with it.
Mine:
Places to go: Spain, Thailand
Things I see: thrones, ceiling fan, exposed pipes, fake flowers, clock, piano
Things I hear: music, children, footsteps, thoughts
Chores to avoid: laundry, dishes, clean floors, weed garden
The street king sat proudly on his broken down throne, unaware or without a care for the jutting springs, splintered wooden armrests or the stuffing erupting like white lava from the cushions. He watched with a toothy smile as his many children danced around him, each to his or her own imagined choir.
This was not what he dreamed of when he arrived from Spain, this palace of exposed pipes and rusted ceiling fans; the clock on the wall that claimed it had been twenty past seven for the last five years; the perfectly out of tune piano in the corner. No, this was not his dream.
But this court of fools was his: the woman from Thailand who taught school back home but cleaned floors for a living now; the jester with a weed garden; the children who sold fake flowers to tourists who felt bad about the obvious poverty of the boys and girls but couldn't be bothered to really do something about it.
The street king rose and marched, military style, across the room, his footsteps echoing faintly off the bare walls. All eyes were on him during his hourly inspection, striding the length and breadth of his kingdom. He slowly made his way back to his crumbling throne, satisfied. All was as it should be.
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