Tag: writing

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #97

A ball on a table, my thoughtsunspool and drape off the edge,sentences unravelling their silkas my words break formation, their knees buckling under theweight of yet another period. I am constantly catching up to the kite-strings of my owntongue, and all its strugglesagainst the walls of its cell.Apostrophe, apostrophe. Nothing makes sense anymoreand it is […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #92

The sun must dip under the horizonlike ducking under a gantry, breaking its way into a secured compoundwhere the secret to all that makes up happinesscan be found, or perhaps,where every past love has gone to die a slow burning as they grind their knees to dust on the cold uncaring linoleum floor of an […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #81

I wanted more to do with this patch of dirt, this sad unsquaredanced bald spot, where no grass grows and where the spotlight shadow of the neighbour’s fence stops shy of this stage. I wanted to planta tree, where I could have built a treehouse, because we know colonialisation comes in steps,and what better place […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #73

Having given out the last of hispocket change to the homeless man sitting outside his house, with his cardboard manifesto in hand, thelung came home empty-handed. The lights were off, because the eyes did not pay the utilities, havingresigned themselves from their jobs at the publishing house. Now they walk about takingin the dark like […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #38

My Internet connection is down, and I’m forced to use my phone, so maybe today will be less about poetry, but more of a regular blog entry. I’ll still keep to the 5 minute time limit, yes, but I just want to write a bit about the freewriting exercises and how it’s been. For those […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #10

There are two ways of looking at every situation. Let’s call them A and B. If they were people, they’d be David and Peter. Or, as I remind myself to degender that ambiguous jellyfish of the mind, let’s call them Valen and Valen. Valen is the type of person who walks down the street every […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #4

Straining my brain for juices for poetics because I am rushing out a poem to impress my friends and to some extent myself. Everything is written to impress another – oh, look at how expressive I am, look at the complexities and contours of my makeup heart. Sometimes I don’t have anything good to say. […]

FREEWRITING EXERCISE #3

Right where it belongs the half-fucked pop schizophrenic forestman plucks a book off the branches of a library-tree and plops it down on the mud. In the clearing where all the words stop hooting a line forms to spit into the face of God. See the safety of the life that he has escaped, this […]