a couple of my photos photoshop't together.... glad i went to art school and learned to paint - rejecting technology (mid 90's) - never to touch a computer - yet my living, my passions, my creativity play out with the keyboard, mouse and monitor - daily.
I'm feeling empty lately.... like a blank slate.... not a lot of joy, not a lot of pain... just a lot of nothingness really. It's all good though... and not too frightening.
I have a brilliant idea to open a book, find a sentence randomly, re-write it vertically on a page and make a prose/poem from the line of words. Here is my first from Sylvia Plath "The Bell Jar":
Well - she rolled over and told me
I'm leaving you today
thirty days of no sex and
I can't stand your ass. So I
said to her - leave -
and take your shit, and I cried, and I
waited for her to change her mind.
That's what came of Plath's sentence "I'm thirty," I said and waited. I lost the page number - f*ck! But that's ok. I'll find it one day and post the page.... but I think this project is interesting and can be challenging to make something flow from a random sentence - and make sense (or not).
If you are into poetry and reading this... what's your take on the idea? And, if you try it post it in the comments... or use the same sentence and come up with something of your own....
All poems copyright of the owner of course!
