They instructed me to go for the jugular in my daybook freewrite, so I did:
The Jugular Jug a lug lug Three men in a tub Chub a lub lub Crass my ass Free to write junk Got junk in my trunk Feel kind of groovy Writing smoothly Conventions constrain Carmelize onions and Sweeten potatoes Humor is my spice Think about a sink Float at the brink Fall off the edge of the great wide sea Terrific specifics Aint that horrific Got nothing to say But write anyway Control my roll Fat that was stole Doughnuts and my nuts Eat em all up Keep my mouth moving The words are quite soothing Chug a lug Rub a dug Scrub a duck Fuck my luck Lug a mug Jug a lag Jet lag Laugh a smack Eat my lack "Bring it to a close"
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Hotel Nights with my Mother,
poem by ___________? "I'd invent standing in front of the nuns in the clothes I'd lain in full-bladdered all night, a flimsy chair-braced door between us and the hallway's impersonal riot. Riff off a word activities: Take a word or phrase and elaborate... "full bladdered": piss, pressure, UTI, blood, sleepless, waiting, blocked, released I wrote a little blip and so did everybody else. A student read the poem out loud and when our line came up we read it out loud, so that the group made a collaborative poem extending the mentor text. It was very multi-vocal and beautiful. But all pieces were relevant and we moved them together organically. Writing was indeed a social process. |