Sunday, July 02, 2006

Naropa Update!

For all (three) of my blog readers:

We are heading into week 3 of the 4 week process that is Naropa's Summer Writing Program. Each week we meet on Monday with our MFA class and talk about readings we've done for all the professors and guest speakers that will be at Naropa in the upcoming week (usually about 15 extremely interesting and talented men and women).

Week 2 favorites included Lisa Jarnot, Rebecca Brown, Donald Preziosi, Laird Hunt, Akilah Oliver, Anne Waldman and Elizabeth Robinson. For a "get-you-thinking" assignment, we had to take one of these writer's texts and make a piece of art out of it. Now, the perimeters were loose, so we could do basically whatever we wanted with this assignment.

I took Donald Preziosi's text "Haunted by Things" from -Brain of the Earth's Body: Art, Museums, and the Phantasms of Modernity- and "magnified", if you will, certain words on the page to create a poem out of the words already presented on the page. Here is what it turned out to be: (looking much cooler ON the actual text)

a blend collision
intermix tion
delicate two opposing
passion

for the most part
is ART
which is
unfading
yet ephemeral by
the bouncing back of images
and usually in a time
not always
coincidental.

3 comments:

power locks said...

I never liked potatoes.
As you can imagine, this was and is
The cause
Of no slight amount of persecution.
It was the dietary equivalent
Of being the smelly kid in class.
Children would stop and stare,
Some would whisper.
Just like girls who wander back
From the boys’ dorms in the morning
With their heads bowed low,
My walk of shame was down
The cafeteria line.
Once,
As a child,
I confessed to a priest
My inability to enjoy this staple.
I have been asked if it is the texture or the taste.
I just don’t like them.
Perhaps,
Others surmise quietly,
Often to themselves,
It is connected to a negative
Personal
Experience.

I was never beaten with potatoes.

My distaste for this valuable crop
Is probably a mixture of
Incalculable
Factors.

Tribellian said...

I enjoy being behind the learning curve here (to: all you crazy writers). It's like the clear concise blast of cool air coming from a fan that was turned on not by hitting the switch but by plugging it in while unknowingly placing your face directly in the blades path.

frillytoothpicks said...

i agree.

it's quite frightening to be devoting my life to writing and then some chump comes along and spits out a story much better than mine in less than a transient thought and it makes me think: "damn. i wish i thought of that. damn politician man."