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“Whatever happens. Whatever / what is is is what / I want. Only that. But that.” Galway Kinnell
wrong-wing
is his implicit support office
in the slobbering security
crunch
the highest
office in the
limply said
usually a politician
relies
long death
squads engage in our land
he's the
collage in our land bricolage-feeder
who lies once he leader will not stand
he's the dead in our land the
blank-verse
tanning
regime
its leader will not stand the right-wing bed
pardon our land
he's the slobbering
regimes
the collage-feeder will not stand bricolage-feeder
will
not stand the scaled
upon adopted genes
the slobbering
is
his implicit support
office
in sabotage in our land the
right-wing
If you find yourself unable to write, don’t write. Play with your words.
Here’s a great unplanted seed for a writing exercise: Go to your favorite website and find an article that contains a not negligible amount of text. Highlight a paragraph and the copy it to your clipboard.
I’ll do this with you. I’m going to nytimes.com. BRB:
Sunayana Dumala tried once again to enter the worship room she and her husband, Srinivas Kuchibhotla, had created in their home for daily prayers. Mr. Kuchibhotla had built an intricate wooden shrine by hand two years ago, a small sacred edifice where they would kneel each morning. Months after his death, it became a place where she would honor him.
Now pick a number. (I chose 3.) Go into the text an erase every X word. It’s SORT OF an arduous task, but at least your brain is spending time with the words and their meanings and connections. Then, I’m going to get rid of all the punctuation and make every letter lowercase. BRB:
sunayana dumala once again enter the room she her husband kuchibhotla had in their for daily mr kuchibhotla built an wooden shrine hand two ago a sacred edifice they would each morning after his it became place where she honor him
Now invent a form based on numbers and letters that have significance to you. If you have tarot cards they can be helpful in this step. I’ll do that. King of Coins. That features a pentagram in this deck. Five lines per stanza. The card I’ve pulled in this deck features a self-portrait of Dali restraining a leashed leopard. There’s also a gentle, prone cow in a yellow fog blowing up and out of Dali’s head. That makes me think of a certain hunter/hunted duality. A certain predictable unevenness.
I’m going to alternate my line length 5, 10, 5, 10, 5. This kind of stuff is dumb, for sure, but it just gets your brain going.
sunayana duma
la once again enter the room she
her husband kuchi
bhotla had in their for daily mr kuchi
bhotla built an wood
en shrine hand two a
go a sacred edifice they would each
morning after his
it became place where she honor him sun
ayana duma
Now move the lines around in any way you see fit. Let go of all the rules. Do something that you don’t understand. Translate some words and phrases into Italian.
la once again enter the camera she
bhotla had in their for quotidiano mr kuchi
go a sacro altare they would each
it became place where onora il sole
sunayana duma
her husband kuchi
bhotla built an wood
morning after his
ayana duma
en shrine dare due lettere
Play with it some more. Trim off the fatty, hard-to-chew bits. Smell what the rock is cooking. Don’t question yourself. Find ways to make new phrases, invent new tastes. Create meaning where there was none. Skewer meaning where there was some. Boil down all the excess, tasteless liquid. Make the phrases economic. This is for your ears and heart only, no one else’s.
la once again enters the camera she
had in their for quotidiano mr kuchi
a sacro altare they would each
upon it became place onora il sole
sun burnt her enemies
just as her husband mr kuchi
built a wooden mooring
the morning after his
second skin graft parchment
enshrined dare due lettere
That’s it. Eschew rationality, meaning and “good taste”. Don’t worry about judgment, neither from outside nor within. The exercise is just meant to get your brain good and juicy. To force you to conceptualize in weird corners of consciousness. Make the process your own. Don’t listen to teachers. Unless they’re good teachers.
When your engine is warm and you’re ready to write that big important thing that comes from someplace personal and genuine and urgent, your mind will be nimble, flexible, willing to go where it needs to go to put heart to mouth.
“You imagine an alley a little kingdom / where the mother-tongue is spoken / a village of shelters woven / or sewn of hides in a long-ago way” Adrienne Rich from “In The Wake of Home”
after Nancy Bauer, phenomenologist; Amiri Baraka, father; and Nick Montfort, explorer:
people
thinking
of the sea from
baraka’s trespass
what little you can hear
echoes out from the work
to lift
human voices to discover a
chorus
adopts the feeling continually breaking silence
the landscape in american history
is merely a discussion on traditional numerology
the hills are a start
out of thought may experience
a germination of genre
the work
we find researched
draws pseudo-scientific inference
it's a living
out of feeling
and lyric flight
o that the mathematicians
were right of brick
baraka’s trespass you hear echoes of the manuscript
it is a start
out of his waves
be hideous uses
the term numerology
is often a native guard
words names any belief
in sonnet form
his writing were a start
out of the little you
experimentary of thought
experimentary mutually affectually
in numerology and wine and time sweet as
your work