Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!
For this session we look a close look at the short animation film titled โBitzbutzโ byGil Alkabetz, posted below.
Our prompt was: โWrite or draw a time you felt eaten up inside.โ
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Atendieron 5 personas desde Nueva York,ย Argentina, y Espaรฑa. El texto que trabajamos fue la pinturaย โFernand Lรฉger – Danseuse au tambourin – Romeo,โย deย Lita Cabellut.
Una participante se fijรณ en que la imagen transmite una gran ambigรผedad en todos los aspectos; no se sabe si es una mujer o un hombre. Es un rasgo mรกs masculino con ropa femenina. Entre mรกs se mira el retrato, menos tiene uno claro lo que ve.
La pintura tiene dos mitades muy distintas. La cabeza es mรกs grande y transmite sentimiento. Los dos ojos miran hacia abajo, no se ve brillo. Alguien opino que es un hombre vestido como una mujer. Estรก en construcciรณn lo que รฉl va a hacer, lo que quiere hacer, pero su cuerpo no estรก definido todavรญa.
Esta pintura es parte de una serie que se llama โFemme de Neuve.โ Esto nos ayudรณ a entender la mirada de la personaโse ve vacรญa.
Una participante vio que alguien le esta agarrando los brazos por atrรกs y otra persona le pareciรณ que ella tiene un brazo mรกs femenino y el otro no se ve bien, es mรกs grande y masculino. Es como si ella estuviera en construcciรณn. Alguien dijo que para ella era un proceso de deconstrucciรณn. Otra persona le llamo la atenciรณn la mรกscara que ella lleva en su cara y los colores que le pintaron encima del retrato.ย
La propuesta de escritura fue โEscribe sobre un momento que mantuviste la calmaโ.ย Los participantes escribieron sobre mantener la calma durante diferentes momentos en el cual mantienen la calma; como uno hace el balance de las consecuencias de no mantener la calma. Aunque uno no pueda resolver nada es mejor no hacer nada porque alguien puede perder la vida.ย
Aquรญ, ahora alentamos a los participantes que si asรญ lo desean, compartan lo que escribieron a continuaciรณn. Deja tu respuesta aquรญ, si deseas continuar la conversaciรณn. Pero antes, les recomendamos tener en cuenta que el blog es un espacio pรบblico donde, por supuesto, no se garantiza la confidencialidad.
Fernand Lรฉger – Danseuse au tambourin – Romeo por Lita Cabellut
Our prompt was: โIn a few words, name what is difficult to put into words.โ
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In Blackwater Woods byMary Oliver
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,
the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go
ยฉ Back Bay Books, 1983.
Our prompt was: โWrite about cocky absolute certainty. โ
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Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โLeave a Replyโ), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.
Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโre able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!
More details will be posted on this session, so check back again!
Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โLeave a Replyโ), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.
Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโre able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!
A Green Crabโs Shell by Mark Doty
Not, exactly, green:
closer to bronze
preserved in kind brine,
something retrieved
from a Greco-Roman wreck,
patinated and oddly
muscular. We cannot
know what his fantastic
legs were likeโ
though evidence
suggests eight
complexly folded
scuttling works
of armament, crowned
by the foreclaws'
gesture of menace
and power. A gull's
gobbled the center,
leaving this chamber
โsize of a demitasseโ
open to reveal
a shocking, Giotto blue.
Though it smells
of seaweed and ruin,
this little traveling case
comes with such lavish lining!
Imagine breathing
surrounded by
the brilliant rinse
of summer's firmament.
What color is
the underside of skin?
Not so bad, to die,
if we could be opened
into thisโ
if the smallest chambers
of ourselves,
similarly,
revealed some sky.
Credit: poets.org
Our prompt was: โWrite about where you stand. โ
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Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โLeave a Replyโ), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.
Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโre able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!
El texto que escogimos para hoy fue 29 de junio de 1981. Los รบltimos besos por Nely Gonzรกlez.
La propuesta de escritura fue Escribe sobre un beso.
Aquรญ, ahora alentamos a los participantes que si asรญ lo desean, compartan lo que escribieron a continuaciรณn. Deja tu respuesta aquรญ, si deseas continuar la conversaciรณn. Pero antes, les recomendamos tener en cuenta que el blog es un espacio pรบblico donde, por supuesto, no se garantiza la confidencialidad.
29 de junio de 1981. Los รบltimos besos por Nely Gonzรกlez
Por la tarde, ya de noche,
tus รบltimos besos recibรญ
Con cuรกnto cariรฑo me besaste
Luego te diste la vuelta y a dormir.
Ya de maรฑana dormรญas todavรญa
Pero no volviste a despertar
Tus ojos ya no se abrieron mรกs
Ni tus labios me volvieron a besar.
Aunque el tiempo pase
creo que no podrรฉ olvidar
aquellos besos que fueron despedida
que nunca mรกs me los darรกs.
Me diste uno
y yo te di tres
te dije que me debรญas dos y me los diste
no querรญas deber.
Despuรฉs te fuiste al amanecer
de aquel dormir no despertaste mรกs
asรญ te marchaste de mi lado
para no volver a regresar.
Yo solo sueรฑo con verte
y que en sueรฑos te pueda besar
Cuanta alegrรญa me darรญa
aunque en sueรฑos, poderte abrazar.
Our prompt was: โWrite about something forgotten and remembered.โ
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Cicadas at the End of Summer byMartin Walls
Whine as though a pine tree is bowing a broken violin,
As though a bandsaw cleaves a thousand thin sheets of
titanium;
They chime like freight wheels on a Norfolk Southern
slowing into town.
But all you ever see is the silence.
Husks, glued to the underside of maple leaves.
With their nineteen fifties Bakelite lines they'd do
just as well hanging from the ceiling of a space
museum โ
What cicadas leave behind is a kind of crystallized memory;
The stubborn detail of, the shape around a life turned
The color of forgotten things: a cold broth of tea & milk
in the bottom of a mug.
Or skin on an old tin of varnish you have to lift with
lineman's pliers.
A fly paper that hung thirty years in Bird Cooper's pantry
in Brighton.
Credit: www.poetryfoundation.org
Our prompt was: โWrite about a question that is waiting for you.โ
More details will be posted on this session, so check back again!
Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โLeave a Replyโ), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.
Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโre able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!
SOMETIMESbyDavid Whyte
Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest,
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories,
who could cross
a shimmering bed of leaves
without a sound,
you come to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests,
conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
and
to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,
questions
that can make
or unmake
a life,
questions
that have patiently
waited for you,
questions
that have no right
to go away.
Credit: themarginalian.org
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