Monthly Archives: February 2011

Live a Little #12: Read a book cover to cover without stopping.

Surprise (or not), the book I read from cover to cover without stopping is SoulPancake.

When I first got it I went through every page in just one sitting, and two cups of coffee later I finished it. I really wish I had a more mind-blowing answer for you, my apologies.

I’m actually much more interested in what books you have read from cover to cover.

Comment with your answers!

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Blackout Poet II

Below is my second and third pieces of Blackout Poetry. These words were also taken from J.D. Salinger’s Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters.

The first is called, “Page 24” … (before reading, let the creativity of the titles wash over you….)

Honey

know something,

something,

my gosh.


Cued the rest,

finding something.


Spunky justice,

youthful,

inpractical,

idiotic,

absolute murder,

suspended, bolstered, empathy,

completely.


You can’t just barge through life hurting people’s feelings whenever you feel like it

The second is called, “Page 74″

Some time,

in gracious solitude,

wondering which I’d picked.

My first good idea,

drop into much more thought,

then drop.

God knows,

rampant, wildly jumped,

fate before jumping,

with you.

Slipped into little messages.

Again, not bad. The possibilities for blackout poetry seem endless! Maybe next time I’ll actually blackout and see what prose I can come up with (kidding, Whitman didn’t touch four loko, neither will I).

 

Confused? For the original Blackout Poetry Post click here.

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Live A Little

“Have you really lived if you haven’t faced a full spectrum of experience?”

On the final page of SoulPancake there is a list of 52 ways to live a little more.

Listed are 52 tasks, one for each week of the year (guess I missed that New Year’s resolution opportunity, huh?). I will list half on this post, and half on a later post, and relay my experiences to you.

Please play along and comment, hopefully we can finish the entire list collectively.

I’m trying to make Andy Dufrense and Mr.Keating proud by getting busy living and Carpe Diem-ing (see what I did there? That’s a ‘call back’).

So here are the first half…

  1. Get Punched.
  2. Tell a friend a truth they don’t want to hear (this may help you achieve the first item on the list).
  3. Burn a book you hated.
  4. Eat something that challenges your gag reflexes.
  5. Jump on a bus without knowing the end destination.
  6. Grow something.
  7. Walk barefoot all day.
  8. Hit something hard enough to break it.
  9. Stand on the edge of a rooftop.
  10. Stay up all night.
  11. Don’t get out of bed for an entire day.
  12. Read a book cover to cover without stopping.
  13. Feed yourself for a week with only 7 dollars
  14. Cleanse your hands in soil.
  15. Take a nap on a park bench.
  16. Stand in the pouring rain. Get Drenched.
  17. Spend a day with the oldest person you know.
  18. Go to the concert to a band you’ve never heard of.
  19. Don’t use utensils to eat all day.
  20. Shower in the dark.
  21. Take your neighbor a cup of coffee.
  22. Climb a tree.
  23. Feed a stray dog or cat.
  24. Double tip your server.
  25. Read a book that makes your brain hurt.
  26. Give a stranger a sincere compliment.
  27. Skip, don’t walk.

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Blackout Poet

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it, and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.” – Michelangelo

Your Task:

Step 1: Grab a marker. A black one. Don’t sniff it.

Step 2: Find a single sheet of newspaper or tear a page from your favorite magazine, book, maybe even a memo or old homework on your desk.

Step 3: Black out what doesn’t belong. Chisel away a word at a time until you reveal your poetic masterpiece.

SoulPancake (pg.38)writes… Michelangelo believed that the statue was waiting in the stone– it was the sculptor’s job to chip away the parts that didn’t belong.
Maybe the same is true about poetry. If you look long enough at a sheet of words, you can find rhythms, patterns, brillance.
The reward? The poem within. It was waiting there all along…

J.D. Salinger is one of my favorite authors so I flipped to a random page in one of his books. This page, ironically, mentioned poetry (and yes, I know it’s in blue marker, not black, sue me.)

Most poetry, any poetry,

marked “influence”

verses bare, ungarnished.

 

Younger

accidentally poem plotting

detached collection

strictly moment

never naturally

wondered why.

 

Young bite,

bothered business

slanderous passion

struck unpoetic

frankly certain

vital

young.

I’m no Frost, but I don’t think it’s half bad.

Now it’s your turn! Send me your own blackout poetry by commenting below or emailing it to karmawaffle1@gmail.com.

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