I took a page out of a very boring book on language usage and made it into a bit of muse through technique of found poetry. Here's the results:
Introduction
The space of plain style/ Concentrate on essentials / Usage commonly violated.
Three rules/ Instead/ of one belief/ Internal punctuation
principles and paragraph/ the widest application/ The small portion/ of style
experience has past profit/ Individual problems/ of body sections/ reference in man
English helped Mr. Rule 10/ from suggestions/ for study or style/ Correct Compositors
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Found Word Poetry: Introduction
Monday, June 6, 2011
Galileo's Art
24 x 36 in mixed media painting. Painted over another, older bit of artwork that says "You knew me in my inmost being. You knitted me together in my mother's womb."
If I Find the Right Man (taken from line on sheet music on painting)
If I Find the Right Man (taken from line on sheet music on painting), a photo by rehuxley on Flickr.
New mixed media artwork. 16x20 in. Acrylic.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
New Flash Fiction: Waiting (#140ffb)
Started a new flash fiction piece. As I like to do, I try not to plot it out but rely on poetic feeling and expression of what is going on in my life spiritually or emotionally to color it. I use form to help structure those feelings. Here is the running twitter posts of the microfiction in chronological order. Use the hashtag #140ffb to follow the tweets:
It was the silence that troubled her the most. Like a bee hive in her head. Like a long dog moan. She stared at the door and waited.
In the yawning of minutes, she wraps her thoughts in strips of yesterday's memories. Heart beats echo.
(edit note: I changed the voice from 1st person to 3rd to be more consistent).
With a sweet smell of lilacs the room shifts from dark to dawn. She hears the approach. The movement of grass under footsteps.
He is now.
It was the silence that troubled her the most. Like a bee hive in her head. Like a long dog moan. She stared at the door and waited.
In the yawning of minutes, she wraps her thoughts in strips of yesterday's memories. Heart beats echo.
(edit note: I changed the voice from 1st person to 3rd to be more consistent).
With a sweet smell of lilacs the room shifts from dark to dawn. She hears the approach. The movement of grass under footsteps.
He is now.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Cry, Baby, Cry - Hanging Wall Collage
Cry, Baby, Cry - Hanging Wall Collage
Originally uploaded by rehuxley
Another in a series of Hanging Wall Collages...
The Language of Feelings assemblage
The Language of Feelings assemblage
Originally uploaded by rehuxley
New assemblage. Click the picture for more detail.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Last Road Trip
Join me as I write my newest flash fiction story about a women taking her mothers ashes on one last road trip. Even I don't know how it will end! All of this is done in 140 character, bite sized pieces as I write it out in twitter. Follow it here or use the twitter hashtag #140FFa
Here's the current twitter fiction installments:
This road trip wasn't her idea. It was her dead mothers last wish. The Urn with her ashes glared at her from the back seat.
Where are protocols for taking a road trip with your mothers ashes? Does she ride in trunk, shotgun or belted in child's car seat?
Starbuck cup with brown foam. Sign marker for 405 Freeway. Nothing on the radio. Why mom do we need to do this?
#sixwords Tired Tears Tacos Terror Temp Test
A missed exit. A missed thought. A missed chance. I sit on the side of the freeway and cry, the cars howling by. A boxed life waits.
the tears gone. The traffic gone. The night gone. Now we are here but no where, alone forever.
#threewords Can't Say Goodbye
The desert day is hot. The night cool. We watch the heavens. Heavens watch us. No hurry to watch the ashes dance home.
Stars swirl. We expand and grow. BANG you laugh, so quick, last. Road trip.
{Editing notes: This wasn't the best flash fiction I have done but I did like some of the technical aspects of it. With only 164 words, it is definitely in the micro fiction category and as such, it left out a lot of detail. For example, when I wrote it, I thought the main character was a women but since I never stated that in the story, it was not defined. I liked that better. The piece had some poetic forms embedded in the short prose. I used the twitterverse forms of #threewords and #sixwords to give some pause in the fiction for more emotional punch. I also used short sentences throughout for the same effect. There was a lot of repetition in the words for more free verse effect, like in "missed exit, missed thought, missed exit". To give me a feeling or tone for the fiction, I read some of the poems of Charles Bukowski who always seems depressed or pissed off about life. I don't know if I conveyed his affect in this piece or not. The last line is my favorite. It ties in the title of the fiction and gives a completeness. It also has the format of 2, 4, 6, 2 syllables - loosely speaking. }
Here's the current twitter fiction installments:
This road trip wasn't her idea. It was her dead mothers last wish. The Urn with her ashes glared at her from the back seat.
Where are protocols for taking a road trip with your mothers ashes? Does she ride in trunk, shotgun or belted in child's car seat?
Starbuck cup with brown foam. Sign marker for 405 Freeway. Nothing on the radio. Why mom do we need to do this?
#sixwords Tired Tears Tacos Terror Temp Test
A missed exit. A missed thought. A missed chance. I sit on the side of the freeway and cry, the cars howling by. A boxed life waits.
the tears gone. The traffic gone. The night gone. Now we are here but no where, alone forever.
#threewords Can't Say Goodbye
The desert day is hot. The night cool. We watch the heavens. Heavens watch us. No hurry to watch the ashes dance home.
Stars swirl. We expand and grow. BANG you laugh, so quick, last. Road trip.
{Editing notes: This wasn't the best flash fiction I have done but I did like some of the technical aspects of it. With only 164 words, it is definitely in the micro fiction category and as such, it left out a lot of detail. For example, when I wrote it, I thought the main character was a women but since I never stated that in the story, it was not defined. I liked that better. The piece had some poetic forms embedded in the short prose. I used the twitterverse forms of #threewords and #sixwords to give some pause in the fiction for more emotional punch. I also used short sentences throughout for the same effect. There was a lot of repetition in the words for more free verse effect, like in "missed exit, missed thought, missed exit". To give me a feeling or tone for the fiction, I read some of the poems of Charles Bukowski who always seems depressed or pissed off about life. I don't know if I conveyed his affect in this piece or not. The last line is my favorite. It ties in the title of the fiction and gives a completeness. It also has the format of 2, 4, 6, 2 syllables - loosely speaking. }
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