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.
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