Well, this is the regular day that I blog and I’m back to finish out this week of boot camp which, for me, meant I wrote something of substance every day and I blogged about various writing ideas. I hope you have enjoyed coming along for the ride. The conversations have been wonderful
My final prompt idea and what I will be posting as my writing sample won’t really match up too well, but I hope you are ok with that. I still wanted to get the writing prompt idea in because I think it is a good one. It was inspired by watching a documentary on Netflix called A Cemetary Special which is a doc from PBS. Fascinating and it made me think back to some of the cemetaries I have been in and how they can really be a source of reflection and writing. I challenge you to either go to one, or think of one (you can also view some of them online now!) as a jumping off point. You might end up talking about your own memories, your experience being there, or what if you used the name of someone to create a character? You just never know!
And now for other things I’ve been consuming:
- I watched the movie Sylvia and I found it very moving. I don’t watch a lot of dramas, but a movie about Sylvia Plath? Yeah. I was destined to watch it someday.
- Really enjoyed lots of the writing in the Spring 2011 Issue of The Laurel Review including work by Sara Tracey whom I must get a book from, as well as the author of a book titled Ennui Prophet and a fellow blogger Stephanie Kartopolus – although I probably butchered her name!
- There is a new version of Taylor Mali’s poem What Teachers Make on YouTube. Love that poem! He has a new book coming out of the same title
- If you aren’t reading Hippocampus Magazine then I hope this beautiful essay about a woman watching her mother embrace/deal with Alzheimer’s will change your mind to read it quite regularly
- For some reason the idea of memory and loss has been around me a lot because another wonderful site The Rumpus also had a moving essay around those same issues
I actually have more than those because I was on Spring Break so I had a bit more time for TV, reading etc but I shall save up a few mentions for another blog post.
Now on to today’s poem:
Why I Wasn’t a Band Geek
Blonde – Pretty in that preppy crimped way – Thin – Three complexion triplets dominated the first three chairs – 1st – Long hair – 2nd – A bob with natural wave – 3rd – Wore a boyish cut with almost white highlights – Then the boys – In a weekly jostling order - Held seats 4, 5 and 6 – Which left Amy and I to occasionally swap seats for 7 and 8 – The reasoning behind the rankings was obvious – Yet – Of course – Only Amy and I quit – Tired of playing ahead in our books – Of learning to tongue the reed of the clarinet – We didn’t know – At 12 – Just how raunchy the rest of the band thought that expression was – But we knew enough to giggle when the director spoke of fingering an instrument – The director joked each year that he either bathed or washed his hair – As if these were actions completed at opposite ends of the hygiene spectrum – So which did we think he did this year? – I didn’t get the joke – Maybe it wasn’t just my brown hair – Rolled up discount jeans that made me not fit in – Maybe it was how poor of an audience I made for his band room routine.
As always feel free to comment on my work in progress or anything I mention here and you can post your own work in comments. All work will be removed a week from today. Write On my friends. Write On . . .