Writing Exercise
I don't know the ins and outs of the exact assignment, but when I was in Squaw Valley, one of the workshop leaders, I think it was CD Wright, suggested to one of my housemates, Stephen Massamilla, that he write a poem that is a still life. Now I suggest that to you. Write a poem that is a still life.
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Have you? Written a poem that's a still life?
I'll give it a stab if you will.
Ok. Ok.
I'm in.
I'll do it tonight.
Just so happens, Laurel, that I had to clear everything off the counters in our kitchen today. It's a longer story than this, but not satisfying to hear or tell. Suffice to say the counters needed to be resealed.
So, everything from the counters is now on the kitchen table or elsewhere while the sealant does whatever the sealant does, cures, maybe?
So, I've taken a picture of it. It's sort of a traditional still life, but that's what I'm going to write about.
I think Stephen, at SV, he was a crack-up, decided to write about a pile of rubble--dirt, gravel, concrete chunks--that happened to be outside his room.
Landscape? Still life? What's the diff?
I took you up on the challenge. :)
Go, Kathryn!
I'll try soon. Will send when done.
Go, Don.
Maybe Still Life With Balloon Animals?
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