Digging up the Past

Hello everyone!!

This post is about 2-3 months late, but meh. XD Based on the exquisite corpse prompt we had during one of our meetings, where our faculty advisor Sherry gave each person a one-line prompt (these lines were taken from a book she chose). Each person then wrote 2 lines in response to the previous one, then folded the paper down so only the most recent line was visible. This went on until we reached the 20th line.

I call this piece "Brooklyn Bridge".

1. Who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge?
2. Who wandered for so long, through the aimless paths of New York?
3. He's done it for so long that he's left everything behind, weightless now.
4. And good flight comes of that, he knows,
5. so he prepares for heights and clouds.
6. By gathering stilts and ladders, a hot air balloon and a cherry picker.
7. He grabs his camera and sets off to prove there is a God in heaven.
8. Click, click, click, click. It doesn't matter how many lines you push, it's out.
9. It's repetitive sounding, your name. No pleasure.
10. But it means that now, I can't get it out of my head.
11. I suppose that's why I think you're so annoying.
12. The feeling sand, like water into sand.
13. The breeze cleanses all woe, all worry, all sinuses
14. and never sneezed again.
15. My nose was made into a massive clean tunnel.
16. Vast evacuation of the senses
17. ready to accept new organic crusts, drops, and outside information.
18. He coughed, spit that had been hanging on his teeth, flew free.
19. His wife wiped her eyes. Alone, she fingered the buttons on the remote.
20. And then, herself.

Spring

Times and dates for spring:

Weekly meetings: Mondays from 4:30-6ish in the 13th fl lounge of the Michigan bld.

Radio show: Airs live every Thursday from 6-8ish, on freeradio saic. http://www.freeradiosaic.org/radio/shows/134/
As always, the shows are archived on the blog under the "RADIO" tab.

Our next publication is themed "Back"
The deadline is March 24th.

E-mail submissions for the publication or the radio show to Jeypeg@yahoo.com



Also don't forget about the BFAW publication- "MOUTH" for students in the writing department. Send your submissions for that to saicmouth.gmail.com


see you Monday!

Reading

MFA Reading tomorrow night-

MFA Writing Program
Fall Graduating Student Reading

Shanita Bigelow
Monica Hillerman
Gregory Kiewiet
Cynthia (Cina) Pelayo

Thu Dec 16 5:30pm – 7pm
Sullivan Center Conference Room, 33 South State Street, 7th floor

Something To Do

Indie Lit Roadshow- This Sunday @ The Green Lantern Gallery

ALL DAY! 10am-10pm

Deadline

Submissions for Cut/Paste are due at Midnight this Mon, Nov 15th.

Anyone is welcome to submit work. We accept any printable material, image, text, fiction, poem, play, with the theme of cutting and pasting.
If you haven’t written anything yet you’ve got 26 glorious hours to do so. Imagine what you could make if you spent the next 26 hours writing?!


Some definitions for cut/paste that have occurred while thinking about this publication:
-Physical cutting and pasting, with scissors and paper
-Glue(s)
- Glue, by Keith Godard
-Image maps by Bonnie Gordon (Halftone photos and dictionary definitions)
-Forcibly combining text/ selecting from text to alter
-Borrowed and original material
-Preexisting and recreation
-Digital and handmade

The publications will be out in two weeks after Thanksgiving break. They will be scattered around the school and surrounding areas. If you submit work and cannot find a copy, please e-mail me and I’ll make sure you get one.

-Cait Stephens.

Prompt Writing--Intangible

Hey guys, sorry for this belated entry on our collective prompt writing. Coming from outside the country, I think I'm more than lucky to get participated in all the inspirational activities so far . It's a lot of fun to see the infiniteness of possibilities when our imagination are ignited by our peers in the writing relay race( if the term is legible).

Ok I'll save my wordiness for the next meeting. Below is the story contrived by the six of us:

Intangible

I want to capture air in photographs. I want to sew laughter to my skirt. I want to bring the scent of my flowers in my pocket.

Being able to touch me doesn’t mean we are close.I sometimes think that it would be easier to let go of such memories of you and I, sitting at the ends of the world.Cyberspace draws us nearer, but really, the closer we are, the less we touch.

Thoughts known without a connection to the sensory.A black rod running through a building, passing floors, going unseen;A fish swimming across a coast, going uncaught;a person chugging whisky, without getting drunk.This is intangible.

Oh,my,good,will,march,why,wha,koo,noh,bleesnzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Wading through a pond of watercrest infused jello,I feel worried.

1,about my skin

1,about my wife

1,about my world,wobbling off it’s axis. Back into the womb from where is wondered, what if…

I drift away from the conscious realm to question;to question where I came from, who am I?why am I here?

Feel free to correct me if there are any grammertical errors.

---ziyuan

A Little Writing Exercise

Not last Thursday but the one before, we all sat down and went "Hmmm. What shall we do today?" I do so love a bit of indecision! For we arrived at the obvious conclusion to get writing!

Following a strict schedule, we decided to put some limits to our writing:
1. Each person decides and writes out their topic, ranging from "Intangible" to "The Sea" to "Office Space".
2. For 2 minutes, everyone writes about the topic in front of them.
3. After 2 minutes, we pass our paper once to the person on our left.
4. Repeat step 2-3 until everyone has written on all the topics.

Thus, the result for "Office Space" is posted below:

[Office Space]

Cara was bored. Bored enough to pretend that she was working diligently, when in fact she was counting the number of pixels it took to make up the word 'dot'.

Funnier than expected. The absolute boon of a square mind. It is a cubist paradise. The most organic of shapes found in this space might be a stapler. A stapler is a point of laughter in the Office Space.

"Hey dear, let's just watch this movie," he said.
"I don't feel like it tonight," she said.
"Common, just get on the couch with me, lean against my arm, I'm sure once it starts, you'll get into it."

10,000 thumbtacks in the wall, nay, cubicle, or particle board, after the economy rupture. Those little pins close in to squish me, inching minute amounts closer as the clock ticks backwards. F*** it, I quit, and I s*** you not I'm stealing the red stapler.

And I stare.
And I stare again.
And I stare again and again, only to discover pixels blurring before my eyes.

It must be for the pins.

If you have one to share, please blog as well!!