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i feel slightly embarrassed for including these here. but i figure what the hell. what do i have to be embarrassed about? because YOU might read them? i don't even know who the fuck you are. and if i do? you probably don't know who the fuck i am.
hi. my name's mike ice.
anyways. this is a part of a series of fourteen day challenges from pat pattison's "song writing without boundaries." his approach - which im in love with today - is to develop the "muscle" of writing. the first fourteen day challenge has to do with free association - of one idea leading into a totally different, or possibly identical, idea.
he suggests doing them in the morning. i did the three challenges this morning. im going to re-do them now. i don't feel good about the ones i did. i barely even touched on my senses. i'm not really sure what it all came from. so, three new ones. with three new "what" nouns.
the first one:
10 minutes
concrete
murky pools of molasses
gray with the aging of rainclouds
a thunder rolls from the distant
distant as dissonance
the harpsichord blows sharp
cut quick to the bone
she screams for more
our bodies move in sync
waves on the tide
breaking the sandbar deeper and deeper
smooth like honey
sweet like silk
her words are an abrasion on my heart
it pounds with the weight of sin
death, you are my last love
i cannot resist that sway in your hips
rocking in your chair
the haunting shadow of firelight
a romantic glow of fireflies
chorus of crickets
atuned in the thicket
symphonic plague of pleasure
mother night breathes
her sigh a lonely whisper
she promises a taste of her
appalachia on the moon
shine amidst the dafadils
(time)
i feel better about that one. typing definitely feels different. i was aware of that beforehand. but this was a decent refresher.
that being said. number two:
5 minutes
house
home to the housecats
assemblage of tree carcass and granite
shelter me from the elements
pelting rain
the sun shines through my eyelids
bathing in blinding light
basking in the glow of firelight
eyes grow heavier in sleepless nights
heavy with the sound of street lights
a cityscape that can't escape
stride with a long gait
(time)
i did terrible that time. i felt the pressure. and i couldn't come up with much. i felt like i spent myself on the ten minute one.
third and last is:
90 seconds
coffin
deny me my birthrite
become one with the earth
a blend of dirt and life
the feeling of moisture in my toes
the sound of earthworms
i taste freedom in the soil
i see my soul in the ground
he waves
that one? it also went terribly.
i think that some of it went alright. but i forget to use my sense in this. the ten minute challenge went perfectly well. it was the other two.
compared to this morning's work, there is probably some improvement.
here:
5 minutes (apparently supposed to be done before the 10 minutes)
sky
this blue giant without texture or taste
he looks down on his lover for support
his colors are reflected from the depths
thunder rolls through like chorus
dissonant and powerful, we listen in awe
one more hymn to close another Sunday
maybe someday I'll sing that song
I remember the taste of music
thick like smoke and ash
the smoldering rubble
crumbling clumps in the palm of my
(time)
10 minutes
crash
i'm coming down pretty hard
caffeinated crash course
i'm a shooting star,
on a one way gravity-induced flight
feeling the weight of air on wings
i will not abandon my flock
the shepherd calls out the wayfarers
strangers and stragglers dragging feet
steps heavy and caked with mud
Gaia will not be forgotten
she spits the grit from her teeth
a taste of dirt and sin
coarse and bitter sand
the ocean waves goodbye
stomache churning farewells
lovers parting kisses
feet planted firmly in the moment
taking root amidst the shrubs
oh ye ancient swaying oak
your skin is rough
our love fades like color
(end)
90 second
lilypad
floating on the pond
the lotus of the buddhist toad
riding ripples to the next meal
motion sick from the taste of flies
beating wings
hi. my name's mike ice.
anyways. this is a part of a series of fourteen day challenges from pat pattison's "song writing without boundaries." his approach - which im in love with today - is to develop the "muscle" of writing. the first fourteen day challenge has to do with free association - of one idea leading into a totally different, or possibly identical, idea.
he suggests doing them in the morning. i did the three challenges this morning. im going to re-do them now. i don't feel good about the ones i did. i barely even touched on my senses. i'm not really sure what it all came from. so, three new ones. with three new "what" nouns.
the first one:
10 minutes
concrete
murky pools of molasses
gray with the aging of rainclouds
a thunder rolls from the distant
distant as dissonance
the harpsichord blows sharp
cut quick to the bone
she screams for more
our bodies move in sync
waves on the tide
breaking the sandbar deeper and deeper
smooth like honey
sweet like silk
her words are an abrasion on my heart
it pounds with the weight of sin
death, you are my last love
i cannot resist that sway in your hips
rocking in your chair
the haunting shadow of firelight
a romantic glow of fireflies
chorus of crickets
atuned in the thicket
symphonic plague of pleasure
mother night breathes
her sigh a lonely whisper
she promises a taste of her
appalachia on the moon
shine amidst the dafadils
(time)
i feel better about that one. typing definitely feels different. i was aware of that beforehand. but this was a decent refresher.
that being said. number two:
5 minutes
house
home to the housecats
assemblage of tree carcass and granite
shelter me from the elements
pelting rain
the sun shines through my eyelids
bathing in blinding light
basking in the glow of firelight
eyes grow heavier in sleepless nights
heavy with the sound of street lights
a cityscape that can't escape
stride with a long gait
(time)
i did terrible that time. i felt the pressure. and i couldn't come up with much. i felt like i spent myself on the ten minute one.
third and last is:
90 seconds
coffin
deny me my birthrite
become one with the earth
a blend of dirt and life
the feeling of moisture in my toes
the sound of earthworms
i taste freedom in the soil
i see my soul in the ground
he waves
that one? it also went terribly.
i think that some of it went alright. but i forget to use my sense in this. the ten minute challenge went perfectly well. it was the other two.
compared to this morning's work, there is probably some improvement.
here:
5 minutes (apparently supposed to be done before the 10 minutes)
sky
this blue giant without texture or taste
he looks down on his lover for support
his colors are reflected from the depths
thunder rolls through like chorus
dissonant and powerful, we listen in awe
one more hymn to close another Sunday
maybe someday I'll sing that song
I remember the taste of music
thick like smoke and ash
the smoldering rubble
crumbling clumps in the palm of my
(time)
10 minutes
crash
i'm coming down pretty hard
caffeinated crash course
i'm a shooting star,
on a one way gravity-induced flight
feeling the weight of air on wings
i will not abandon my flock
the shepherd calls out the wayfarers
strangers and stragglers dragging feet
steps heavy and caked with mud
Gaia will not be forgotten
she spits the grit from her teeth
a taste of dirt and sin
coarse and bitter sand
the ocean waves goodbye
stomache churning farewells
lovers parting kisses
feet planted firmly in the moment
taking root amidst the shrubs
oh ye ancient swaying oak
your skin is rough
our love fades like color
(end)
90 second
lilypad
floating on the pond
the lotus of the buddhist toad
riding ripples to the next meal
motion sick from the taste of flies
beating wings