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Monday, 25 June 2012

The Game

Get some paper
Chop it up into small squares (a hundred freckles-wide by exactly four snails)
Retrieve bits of your life and write down trigger-words on the shell-and-freckle paper: trigger words are those words that drag behind them large, live memories, the type you can still see, feel, count, smell (but not always spell...); the kind that roll off the shelf, jump out of the bottle and burn your eyes.
Put them all in a hat, shake well.
Watch them settle inside, now still but still whispering their burnished secrets, a lake of life inside a hat.
Go fishing.
Clutch the trigger word you caught tightly inside your fist.
(eat it up if you must - chew well, swallow carefully; this may be helpful but remains entirely optional)
In any case, hold that word, smell it, consume it or, better still, let it consume you.
Then write about it. Write as if your next breath depended on it.
Prose, verse, a picture, anything that would help you understand
why your heart still roars
although your life, bruised burden
and time itself
stand still.


At 5 July 2012 at 12:14 , Anonymous Marina Sofia said...

Asta este una dintre scrierile tale pe care le-am pus la inima. Pot sa o reblogesc? Si cum nu stiu cum sa o fac de pe o platforma pe alta, o sa o copiez si apoi sa scriu linkul inapoi catre tine, OK?

At 11 July 2012 at 06:45 , Blogger monamurr said...

OK. Multumesc frumos!


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