Image by Catrin Welz-Stein-- I adore her haunting, dream-like illustrations.
Personal update: I seem to be in a 'bubbling' phase-- not a lot of output, but lots of connections happening in my mind and body. Consistently giving myself permission to just have fun in the realm of art seems to be shifting something internally. We'll see if it ends up influencing my writing. I've been excited to get feedback from some of you saying that Moonday is helping to open up your creativity.
Last night while walking on East 11th Street, a friend and I came across a large pile of bright blue Encyclopedia Americanas with gold embossed eagles on their fronts next to a pile of garbage bags surrounded by the dirty melting snow. I picked one up from the top of the pile. Skin to Sumac. Copyright 1975. There are articles on Stream of Consciousness, Sonic Boom, Squaw-fish Squid, Stained Glass, Stalin... I can't wait to chop it up and make some collages based entirely on words and images beginning with the letter S.
I wrote about how collage helps me out of creative ruts and puts me in touch with my subconscious (also in the Encyclopedia Americana) back when no one at all was reading this blog. If you're interested, you can read it here.
So, join in, please? Post a poem (it doesn't have to be one that you wrote), a link to a story, art you made, art you love-- or play the stream of consciousness game, a verbal form of collage. Write down the first 10 words that come into your head when you read this word: fruitcake
Happy Moonday!
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6 comments:
Love the ten word stream of consciousness - here's mine for fruitcake
take bake wild release stir whir colored globes globs blobs
A crass anagram was the first thing I saw: F**k it. Or, to use all the letters:
- F**k it era
- F**k it, Rae. (Usage: "F**k it, Rae. Let's eat this damn fruitcake!").
Perhaps I've been indoors too long today. Or there's a crude, hungry man living in MY subconscious. Love the post. Amazing writing. Great score on the encyclopedias!
I love both of these. Kayt's makes me want to dance. Ophi's seems mysterious in the way that anagrams always are. Sounds like the beginning of an interesting story...
chill kakoney stream boo pounce leap burn play skip aahhhh
(fun)
Nutjob,crazy,sweet,treat,special, holiday,yummy,heavy,flavorful,intense
march sun
i dream of the farm
even during the day
as it was
as it became since
trees growing thick in fields
even the blackberries
once rampant
succumbing to their shade
i remember the call
the chill sun of that day
your hands
wet birds
your eyes cloudy clay
i miss the chestnut walls
sheltering hills
the trees dressing
for spring
softness of worn stones
found in
abandoned roads
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