Joural 6

Rule: Always start with I and end with an e

 Oh No

 

It was a struggle,

It was utterly irreversible,

I had made a mistake,

I had taken the last one,

Instead of leaving the

Incredibly wonderful mac and cheese

In the fridge all alone

I ate

It.

Journal 5

I think I practice the religion of blinking too much,

Because the bombed cathedral is now a cathedral of trees,

Lying face-down in the dirt.

 

But I’m no angel,

I came to see the damage that was done.

Like a great city before a war,

I took an axe to a willow to see how it wept.

 

Ive been doing that for years now.

Deep in the soil in the gut,

War is not all death it turns out.

 

Marcus Wicker, OCEAN VUONG, Ai, Paisley Rekdal, Adrienne Rich, Sara Eliza Johnson, Carol Ann Duffy, Marie Howe, Michael Knoch, Paul Monette

Journal 4

1.

The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass,

lifting their necks to pull leaves down. We slow the truck,

pull over to the side of the road to watch them. How graceful

they look,how unlike themselves. We get out and lean

on the fence.The cows don’t seem to notice we are there.

 

With these enjammed lines the pace of the poem is fast because you do not have to take the pause the originals enjammed lines made. Also with these enjammed lines I feel like the tone switches from what the cows were doing to the men’s experiences

2.

The cows stand under the trees

in the wet grass, lifting their necks

to pull leaves down. We slow the truck, pull over

to the side of the road to watch

them. How graceful they look,

how unlike themselves. We

get out and lean on the fence. The cows

don’t seem to notice

we are there.

 

Because of the new placement of the enjammed line I fell like the emphasis now created focuses on what the men are doing rather then experience. I think the pacing is faster then the original, and has less of the forced pauses at the end of the enjammed lines.

3.

The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass, lifting their necks to pull leaves down. We slow the truck, pull over to the side of the road to watch them. How graceful they look, how unlike themselves. We get out and lean on the fence. The cows don’t seem to notice we are there.

 

The pace created by the enjammed lines is slower then the original because of the longer lines created. I also think the strangeness of the cows is emphasized more because it is represented as one cohesive thought.

Journal 3

Worst Nightmare 1

I sat starring,

Like a hawk waiting for movment.

as the clock ticked by ever so slowly,

Like watching an ant move across the sand.

I force myself to look away,

And stare back at the paper before me,

That might as well be written with hieroglyphics,

for all the sense it made.

I can still see the ticking in the back of my mind,

Like a sand storm that berates a house.

As I set forth to make some progress on this test,

Like the careful drawings needed to be done to produce the hieroglyphics.

I glance back at the clock,

And feel my heart drop,

As if it were thrown from a pyramid.

There was only five minutes left,

Which meant I quickly had to finish but don’t,

Like the obelisk that remains incomplete.

Heart dropping and spirts crushed,

I prepare for another Exam.

 

Worst Nightmare 2

I sat starring,

Like a kid waiting for their parent.

as the clock ticked by ever so slowly,

Like an awkward conversation.

I force myself to look away,

And stare back at the paper before me,

That might as well be a tax return sheet,

for all the sense it made.

I can still see the ticking in the back of my mind,

Like that of a boss who doesn’t stop nagging.

As I set forth to make some progress on this test,

Like the worker who leaves to make money for their family.

I glance back at the clock,

And feel my heart drop,

Like the unsuspecting adult who forgets their brief case at home.

There was only five minutes left,

Which meant I quickly had to finish but don’t,

Like the person who has to work through lunch just to realize they have to stay late.

Heart dropping and spirts crushed,

I prepare for another Exam.

Journal 2

Fear Fest

1.       Kings Dominion,

2.       Running past screaming people as the carousal music drifts through the wind,

3.       Before screaming myself as one of the clowns pops out of nowhere,

4.       And no longer having to ask myself why they have gradually gained a dislike from people,

5.       While realizing it is because they are about as friendly looking as a rabid bat,

6.       As they do their job to scare people to the bone.

7.       Who knew their once friendly fate would turn scary,

8.       Because children just run away unattended.

9.       I want to have fun,

10.   And I wish I could live on a rollercoaster at the park,

11.   Winding my way along like a snake,

12.   While hopefully not sipping from a bag of milk with one of the demented clowns,

13.   That would not be copacetic,

14.   For we would talk about gossip,

15.   While having a lovely time sipping milk.

16.   Why are the clowns so hated for doing their jobs at the park?

17.   Is it the masks they wear,

18.   Or the sick amount of fun in watching a missed brother pretending not to be afraid?

19.   The Park is their twisted playground.

20.   I can’t stop but muse,

21.   If their hearts race as wildly as ours being scared,

22.   Fog, Adrenaline, Scream,

23.   A reaction which would startle Bill Irwin if placed in that clowns shoes,

24.   As that scream could probably be heard from the front of the park and recognized as someone in true terror,

25.   Don’t go unless you want to be scared.

Slang word from 1920 Copacetic: Wonderful, fine, all right.

Journal 1

Taste

cinnamon, maple, sea salt, ginger, acidic, hot, clove, chocolate, creamy, juicy, lemongrass, earthy, oily, rotten, sweaty

Touch

tangled, fuzzy, gritty, clammy, humid, abrasive, cottony, feathery, coarse, damp, slimy, sharp, pointed, bulky, smooth

Smell

Smokey, vile, earthy, moldy, musky, flowery, bitter, rich, stagnant, spoiled, musty, tangy, pungent, fresh, burnt

Hearing

blaring, tinkling, whining, twittering, wheezing, buzzing, crackling, moaning, mooing, pinging, grating, warbling, stuttering, silent, hissing

Sight

abrasive, bumpy, drenched, cushioned, shaggy, scratchy, light, flowy, knobbed, sandy, cold, hot, soapy, spongy, slippery

Action/Motion

Dog, family, ranting, strolling, fix, rollerblading, caution, signal, interrupt, end

Abstractions

Oblivion, hate, depression

Anything else

night, rain, storm, sunset, suffocating, mountains, beach

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