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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bottle on: April 20, 2019, 05:14:16 PM
The green, dragon skin glass bottle distorts the sunlit garden behind it. The lemony water glides through the neck before beginning to glug, jerking the bottle in my hand. All around the restaurant patio, cutlery clinks on plates, our table umbrella flutters in the breeze, partial phrases from conversations fill the spaces between our own words. A blurry, fat, fuzzy bumblebee floats into my vision and the momentary confusion melts as this creature, coated in yellow dust, whizzes back out of focus. The charcoaled red-orange salmon fillet nestled in spring greens is juicy and peals apart like a tall stack of books falling over and fanning out across a coffee table. Our clothes gently tug at...
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Hose on: April 19, 2019, 06:25:04 PM
Great description! I especially liked:  "You can feel the crickets on your ears like a bad case of tinnitus," "we can hear Dad toiling way, somehow immune to the oppressive heat," "the feeble attempt of the sprinkler spitting water lamely, searching for green grass" "the peacock wave of the sprinkler swinging back and forth, glittering like crystals in the sunlight."
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Hose on: April 19, 2019, 06:17:05 PM
I brushed my fingers over the rough sandstone wall in my friend's backyard. The yellow-green, semi-transparent corrugated fiberglass awning stretched out over his back deck, almost reaching this sandstone wall. The sunlight pelting through the roof projected thin vertical shadows all along the wall. As I run my hand over the craters and carvings in the sandstone, my pale skin flutters in and out of these vertical shadows. My tongue twists around my teeth, unleashing fresh chunks of my recently scarfed peanut butter sandwich, each morsel is nutty and creamy. Hanging down over the wall, like long thick vines, are four old garden hoses. Squeezing tightly, feeling the tubing collapse, we climb the wall...
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Post-it-note on: April 18, 2019, 07:11:46 PM
The riffling sound of thumbing through a full pad of dull yellow post-it-notes. Feeling the faint puffs of air collide with my cheekbones and eyelashes. In my hands, the tension of the bent pad of paper slowly evaporates like sand through my fingers, only to be conjured again and again, each time producing a "rrrfffft" sound. Walking around a college courtyard with numbers written on post-it-notes on our backs. Feeling the confusion and anxiety bubble up inside like clammy flushing sensation before puking as my peers either recoil or cozy up in synthetic rejection or admiration. It's a game...
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Garage on: April 17, 2019, 06:09:26 PM
I open the garage door and step into a small room - boxes and bins lining the walls and spilling out onto the floor. The floor is cold, dry, and gritty under my bare feet. The sliver of light from the door behind me illuminates my Dad's workbench with his drill, battery charger light blinking, tupperware containers with a few loose screws or bolts -- the half-finished projects. The yellow door light also charges out across the cement floor. I think I see a big black spider scurry near my toes off under a box against the wall, but my eyes still haven't adjusted yet. I feel a wave of jitters, and that all-consuming whoosh of adrenaline and dizziness I get when I stand on the balcony of a high-rise apartment, 47 stories up and look down over the railing that always feel too low at the street...
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bologna on: April 16, 2019, 03:23:28 PM
​White, thin, lightweight bread, the type that looks like styrofoam. The edge of the unnatural perfect circle of thin pinkness. Even though everything about this sandwich is light, it sags under its own weight. The bologna tastes like slightly salty, spicy tofu. The bread melted on contact with my tongue; it had no flavour, unless 'reminiscent of printer paper' is a flavour. I imagine that I am holding the crusty shell of a fresh baguette; I can feel a dusting of sweet, stone ground flour under my fingers. Inside is a rich slab of roast beef, while melted swiss cheese squeezes out th...
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mouse on: April 15, 2019, 04:29:35 PM
The dry, felted fuzziness of a woolen cat's toy. It's leather strip of a tail, torn to shreds. Only one beady black eye remains. Cradling this ball of felted fur is nothing like the real thing. A mouse's fur is waxy soft. It's cold tiny claws gently scratch my palm while it's tail slips through my fingers and tickles the skin along the inside. It's whole body warmly vibrates as it shuffles around inside the cave of my hands. A cold, bristling nose brushes along in the inside edge of my thumb, straining for the light and air my childhood hands let in. A slight pause. And then the mouse lounges at the gap between my index and thumb, wriggling. It's ears splayed against my pink skin, whil...
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Chest on: April 14, 2019, 08:07:41 PM
Thanks for the enthusiastic reply!  Smiley

I hadn't been paying attention to the "feel" in these object writing exercises before. I guess I was focused on other battles. But yes, that totally makes sense; trying to include something that interrupts the coherency of that "feeling" would feel awkward. I think directing my attention to this aspect will probably be enough for me to start improving.

Your reply reminded me of Pat Pattison's use of a musical "key" for building metaphors. I think I can use it to bridge the goals of maintaining a feeling and making metaphors. The feel/key of "warm and inviting" includes the note 'fresh nectar of spring,' not 'sour milk.' To create stronger metaphors that maintain the feeling of a piece, the notes I choose from the key of my metaphors (e.g., the bitterness of lettuce) should also be found in the key of the whole piece (e.g., warm and inviting). Or maybe I've just discovered a convoluted way to say the obvious. That happens sometimes.

Thanks again for your input!
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Radio on: April 14, 2019, 07:11:14 PM
I twist the big black dial on the old transistor radio, and hear the slow swoosh of the hissing frequencies. The chunky rectangle buttons clunk in and out along the front panel, as I switch back and forth between AM and FM. The two shiny, collapsible antenna stick out the top, transforming the radio into the giant blackened severed head of a praying mantis. The speakers look like the mesh eyes of flies. The dials and buttons allude to pinchers and teeth. Itís alien hissing and whining begin to sound more like the depleting cries of anguish. I am nervous and for a moment think twice about reaching out to adjust the dial again incase this giant bug head springs to life. My mouth has gone dry and tastes slightly metallic. I shake my head, partly grimacing, partly grinning at myself for imagining such things. I lightly tap one of the antennas as if it might electrocute me. Nothing happens. I take the top of the antenna and push it down towards the base. The joints are stiff and donít immediately collapse. With aÖ
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Chest on: April 13, 2019, 07:20:15 PM
Thank you! It's super helpful to see what lines conjure something. For example, I notice that both lines you reference are mostly visual similes. That's interesting. They also seem to incorporate a character/creature as their subject (e.g., "giant birds" and a gladiator/knight character without legs). Perhaps this character facilitates more involvement/empathy than something less humanoid, such as lettuce "unrolled like a carpet."

Before this object, I had been trying to avoid poetic language in an effort to push myself to find more words for sense data. I discovered that I find it challenging to be literal and specific with sense words, especially smell and taste. (Reading other's daily posts have been helpful.) Eventually, I would like to get better at building metaphors and similes around those senses too. For example, something like "the sticky lettuce sap tasted like sour milk and smelled like industrial dish soap." But this feels awkward and I'm not sure how to integrate it into a "story." I think I noticed that you often focus on a single narrative in your object writing. Do you have any recommendations for incorporating smell and taste?

Perhaps I was too enthusiastic with this reply... oh well...  Roll Eyes
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Hula Hoop on: April 13, 2019, 06:22:42 PM
I step inside the chalky red ring of the hula hoop and crouch down. My fingers curl around the worn, grazed plastic -- the burrs on the plastic tubing are both rough and fuzzy. I pull the hoop against my lower back, trying to remember which way to toss the ring. I swiftly jerk the hoop to the left, but it bounces off my hips as they spastically lounge out in the wrong direction. The red ring ricochets off the pavers and the few pebbles and grit inside the plastic tube rattle. A wave of dizziness and then my cheeks flush hot and red...
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cap on: April 12, 2019, 08:08:28 PM
My grandmother brought back two tweed, patchwork caps from Ireland. She gave one to me. The dark brown starched linen liner has sharp wrinkles in it from being pressed flat in her luggage. I hate wearing hats. As I pull the brim down, it pulls the hair on the back of my head the wrong way up - and it feels itchy and sharp. My thick hair becomes flat and matt and I can never avoid that uncomfortable pain that comes from one's hair being flattened in the wrong direction for too long. It's tender and sensitive. As I brush my fingers through my dry lifeless hair, gentling trying to correct its flattened direction, they send a wave of jitters through...

{super tough object}
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Photograph on: April 11, 2019, 05:20:47 PM
Nickelback singing "Look at this photograph" with their soul patches and buzzed haircuts. The slippery, glossy feeling of sliding each photograph off the front of the stack, like slowly shuffling a deck of cards. The new photos smell of bitter ink; they remind me of the slightly singed smell of fresh paper off the printer. My neck is sore from leaning over one of my mother's photo albums on our coffee table. Each page ensconced in a glossy plastic sleeve, adding weight and indelibility to the album. The almost inperceivable tug at the corner of my mouth as I remember putting my arm around my younger brother by the river. His shoulders are cold and wet from hours of trying to catch slippery minnows with our bare hands. My damp towel is pulled snugly around my waist...
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Key on: April 10, 2019, 06:11:53 PM
Thank you! I appreciate hearing what stuck out to you. Super helpful. It has been interesting to see what memories each daily word conjures. I haven't thought about picking up keys with my toes for years, but for some reason this exercise brought that memory to mind. Thanks for commenting.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Chest on: April 10, 2019, 06:00:31 PM
​The light flutter of the wind on the first few hairs sprouting up on my chest. The feeling of sweat beading down my front as I stand in the hot sun, a garden hoe in my hand. Like giant, confused birds, we scraped the dirt around each plant on the long rows of green spring lettuce. They unrolled like a carpet over the hills on the farm. The earthy dust rising to our noses along with the sharp, bitter acidity of a plant we had accidentally nicked with our hoe. As if it had been brutally cut down at the knees and now lied pumping a white sticky blood from where it once reached deeply into the dark, steamy damp soil. The lettuce leaves wilt in the sun, transforming into the shrunken, wrinkled skin around the necks of old people. The plant with slowly deflate over...
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