I’ve been rather absent from this blog, haven’t I? Why was it so much easier to post at least twice a week when I was in the midst of the busiest quarter of my college career than it is when I’ve decreased my hours at work to “just enough to pay the bills, and eat some” and am only taking one class? Chalk it up to needing a distraction, a moment to let loose my narcissism.
Well. While I’m here, I might as well post a few things/say a few things.
The first two are just exercises from class. Little bursts of “whaddya think ‘a THIS” and “I don’t know but I hope you do”s.
Not much to say about this one, as it’s the exact same exercise as one I did last quarter (writing on an unconventional surface, letting the matter matter). I wrote, or rather imprinted, a poem on a gum wrapper last quarter and after my prof accidentally destroyed it, decided to find a more durable surface this time around. The text on the other side, if you were wondering, is instructions to nudging an orchid towards blooming on the same flower spike after the flowers from the first bloom start to fall. I like the gum wrapper one more, but this’ll do.
This one also comes from an exercise I did last quarter: the photocopier poem. I think I had an unfair advantage with this one, seeing as a great deal of my focus last quarter was on using a photocopier to distort my poems. Still, I love this technique. I can’t imagine it ever getting old for me. This one’s made from a scrap of printer paper packaging that I found to be compelling due to what looks like a sun setting on the horizon. Many, many distortions later, I got something I felt right about.
These next two were made with the intention of being sent to workshop, but only one of them made it.
Made this little guy from my Twitter feed, again. Hence why I’m not taking it to workshop. I figured it to be the “safe” choice, and for fear of seeming like a one trick pony I moved on to composting a new source text: texts!
For respect to the sender, I won’t disclose whose texts I made this out of. This time around, I’m not including the source text at the bottom of the page for my classmates to see because I want to know if I did a good enough job with my composting.
Ah, composting. It’s been a struggle, often, to bring something through the entire composting process. We are currently working on a compost blog project (which you can check out here, once I’ve actually begun working on it) and damn if I’m not having the hardest time trying to figure out how to take my intended subject (Kurt Vonnegut novels) through the ringer and end up with a fully composted final product. It’s frustrating, but I’m hoping I’ll work all the kinks out soon enough. Right now, I’ve just got a big smelly pile of peels, eggshells, and half-eaten heads of broccoli and it really, really smells.
In the meantime, I’ve got a toilet to fix. Yeah, the chain thing came off the valve thing so it won’t flush unless I make it flush (fun…) and since I’m a DIY queen already, I’m off to the hardware store to make things right with my own two hands. I guess I oculd let you all know how that works out for me, but I figure you didn’t follow this blog for my plumbing skills (and inevitable toilet humor that ensues, ha).
Until next time.
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