Lynda Barry’s Writing Exercise Where is it?
I can’t find this exercise? I think I have been cocooning? I do enjoy her comic strips though.
I like to think of her inspiration like this:
“An inspirational word is gold melting in the kettle. The sulphur alone can burn creativity as easily as words that are never said are wasted in steam.”by Christine Reeves
My goodness, I love my quote. Is it vain to like your own quote? I wonder how many gold particles
fill the air? My sister and nieces bought gold facial masks. They were beautiful on our faces. It
didn’t feel any different on my face except that I panicked, thinking the mask would never come
This reminds me of a movie called ‘The trouble with Angels,’ with actress Hayley Mills, about Plaster-of-Paris. The movie scene is where Mary Clancy (played by Hayley Mills), and her friend decide to play this practical joke on a classmate, they pretend to give this classmate a facial; they put a straw in the girl’s mouth and then paste the plaster all over her face which unbeknownst to her was Plaster of Paris that hardened. It was a horrible nightmare for me to watch. I actually panicked during that episode. Just the idea of someone plastering Plaster of Paris on one’s face then have it harden. Think of that for a while. I am not a claustrophobic person, but I am still haunted by that scene. This is one of those memories that has never left me.
I feel as though my reading and writing need more attention. I miss my inner voice. I wonder
when she will come out? Maybe the writer in me has flown to Jupiter wandering backwards than
John Ashbury’s Poem
The Chateau Hardware
Exercise: Mix John Ashbury’s poem one line his then one line mine and voila! Then take your lines and put them all together this is what I got:
by Christine Reeves The gated chickens and fenced fields Where everything has its place In the mind of cultural doors Flocked freely away and back again Some all at once, some scattered. The ravens shadowed a certain sense of freedom and solace Birds, unlike people, are driven by hunger, people easily go mad within walls and gates bound by laws--- break them within boundaries free from social observation.
Makes me think of the restrictions during this pandemic, in a sense isolation is rather challenging don’t you think? Writing is in a sense the greatest solace and the greatest company. This makes me smile.