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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


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16  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / There was a wall of plates... on: March 20, 2019, 03:07:44 PM
There was a wall of plates of all colors, translucent, there in the gift store ... we grabbed them very carefully, slowly, making sure the balance was perfect ... like a tightrope walker ... in Haydn's park they put a flat yellow rope from one tree to another, I walked there with Joe my Jackrussell, he practically dragged me, you could feel the pull as if you were skiing, I bent my body a little backwards to do the counterweight, I remember the carpet of orange flowers on the loose earth, the walkways and the dew on the grass, ... the precipice on the side ... one or another sunset I liked to photograph it, the west was painted orange and red, leaving the silhouette of the sun perfectly drawn, the big and respected ball of fire, those small transparent waves that appear when there is something very hot, sometimes it happens with the asphalt, you can see the images distorted ... the dry trunk, the skeleton of the crunchy cicada ... its legs are small Needles that remain stuck in the bark of the trees ... my aunt Marta had a cork wall in her drawing studio, smelled of crayons, creativity ...  Music studios also smell like that, the new music equipment, music stores smell of creativity, like when my mom went back from the United Kingdom with lots of towels, unzipped her worn purple suitcase and there was that smell of Wallgreens, variety, the rubber of the new shoe along with the chocolate, the sound of the M&M's bag, the yellow bag with the muffled noise muted by the new clothes, the labels clogging ... the plastic paper mountains beside the suitcases and the atmosphere of celebration in the house, eyes wide open to see what's new .... like when my dad gave me my first pro skateboard, I took it out of that blue jean where it was hidden, I could feel the smooth and polished board in my hands, the bright colors, blue, violet ... like the ultraviolet lights in the school canteen, forming a strange halo around, the vision becomes blurred and the grid lines ------
17  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / TILE - 10min on: March 19, 2019, 04:13:38 PM
the earth-colored tile, the rocky slope facing the sea, the cyclists pass like boliders by the seashore, a shore worn and eroded by saltpeter, craters form and you can see the gray concrete, pale ... Kingston Town seems like a ghost town, bent and rusted iron towers, children walking barefoot taking their hands to the mouth, while other ladies walk slowly to the edge of the street, with their hands on their heads holding the yellow, white, red and brown cocadas ... one that another fly flies ... the buzz that threatens and passes inches from the ear, Rudy went with the racket up dragging his panda slippers, looking to electrocute the giant green fly,  like those green Chevrolet ... George had one red wine, he laughed like a magpie, then he stared at you in the eyes and let out an insult between his teeth ... sad his episode where they let themselves be influenced by Rick, ... his gummed false hair, his chemise rolled up, ... that day in the school festival, Jordan was very bored, he wanted nothing, we played the game of the hammer, the hammer was sticky, it stuck in my hands like grey chewing gum, it was hard to get away from the expired rubber, imagine the sweat and the smell of musk in all that ... yesterday the man in red overall in the market, smelled like grease from a mechanic's shop, in the background the colorful fruits were the only salvation, he had grease spots all over his pant ... he walked careless and I avoided at all costs to pass him near, maximum stench ... like shop floor, grease stains and dogs that lie under the cars ... that day we went to find the battery, we managed avoiding the gaps, we wobbled from one side to another trying not to fall ... every once in a while the car falls and punishes, like a whip that hits under the car, a sharp blow and you think that the rubber burst, like a rubber flower with incorporated threads and everything ...
18  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Fish on: March 02, 2019, 02:01:51 PM
Inevitably I'm going to that day when I hit the swordfish, I looked at his soft eye and his look of surrender, of love ... I had the small aluminum bat in my hand and hit his head, I could not believe what I was doing. Blood stains spilling down the white deck of the boat, while we wobbled from one side to another ... that repentance, the breaking of innocence in fishing ... the silence that accompanied me later, sailing with my dad and me, was a silence of having contemplated the surrender of the animal in its condition of being useful, of serving for something, of recognizing the day when its meat was going to be eaten by humans ... it was a relatively small swordfish ... if you ask me today, I would have preferred never do it ... maybe that's why I now recognize other qualities in animals ... I look into my cat's eyes and see in that green and black sphere the spark of God, my cat walking along me from my room to the bathroom and then to the kitchen , the rest on his belly and his half-open eyes always staring at me, reminding me of the vulnerable of the animal ... sometimes he goes up and leans on my arm when I'm writing a song or doing some writing exercise, his warm brown and furry coat on my arm, while the gentle cold breeze tries to slide between the tiny windows, ... from my studio I can see the slope full of grass, the trinitarian bushes moving from one side to another, here in the top of St Barthez ... the island that saw me grow up, where tales of tigers in the cave became daily
19  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Marker on: January 19, 2019, 02:30:05 PM
I uncork it and it smells like gasoline, I'm tempted to stay there, smelling, like children who are careless walking around the square, mocking people, with a swing in their walk as if they owned the street, usually go barefoot ... they come in groups of 4 or 5 children to the car window, hit the glass and ask for money making signs with their hand, people look at them from the corner of their eyes, they rarely smile ... if you take out a piece of food, they run to you like piranhas , a furious swarm that breaks loose in seconds ... friends of smog and soot, know how it is to be ignored and rejected, as if they had been born by mistake, the skin is becoming immune to contempt ... but at night they go and play, like any boy, with sticks and stones, they take off their mask, their armor ... “cheap diversion“ they usually told me when I was playing with a stick doing drawings on the ground, I was supposed to play soccer but I preferred to see, clouds of dust were going from one side to the other on the court ... "the peladero" they called to that place in the school, ... and there I had my eyes lost in the ground, squatting, I knew I could draw infinitely, I made one and erase it, made another and erase it, and so I could spend hours ... that's why I think so much rudeness in street children, has its facade, its mask, not to be devoured by the rapist, the exploiter ... like that afternoon I was approached by that man in blue chemise, the same color that I wore when I was in school, 12 years old, "come and i’ll take you home" ... the man asked me about Royal Street, when anyone over there knows where Royal Street is. Hidden intentions, the demon prowling, creeping, secreting desires for himself no matter the consequences ... dirty from so much crawling
20  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / desk on: January 15, 2019, 12:59:02 PM
I rest my elbows on the edge, I barely fit on the desk, ... desk that was my mom's, now has a thousand things on top, the crayons have no place, hugging each other, people coming in and out of the subway, running over Massive and violent and aggressive screams, sweat as a lubricant, slips the hand that wants to grab the arm and stretches the fabric of the t-shirt to break, ... a hole is opened spitting dust out of the defeated fabric, smells of mildew and storage , the fabric has small beige spots that already seem incorporated, even though I rub the fabric with soap, they do not come out .... my hands have wrinkles and I realize how fast my nails grow when I'm on the beach, where palm trees beat in the strong wind, families play around the pool, parents sitting on the edge of the pool, horizon is the oceanic beach, the forbidden beach, where the lighthouse of white and blue stripes is, a rusty door with a new chain, where the echo of the furious waves resounds, ... even the couples keep taking pictures in the rocks of the breakwater , the water mantles keep reaching them, warning the property on their territory, the water begins to warn with their fingers on the clothes of the people, the beige leather turns dark, the brightness of the sun bounces on the thin layer of water on the rock ... the crab looks out of the dark, does not want to be part of the disaster, knows the familiar roar, the gulls screaming and fighting in the air, they are two karate fighters ...
21  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Comb on: January 13, 2019, 12:10:56 AM
the comb is barely protruding from the workman's pocket, the hammers and mandrills shout at the wrong time, they are chisels in the air, they pierce the tranquility and the silence of the street, an echo that bounces between the buildings like a red rubber ball, like when we played in school, in the patio it was very sunny and Marianna was hit by the ball in the forehead, fell without delay, collapsing with her eyes back ... I ran among the people ... diffuse collage of anguished voices, people who do not collaborate , who just wants to look ... stop in their lane to see the accident and say they were there, on the highway happens every time ... the lower back begins to ache and contract, hard meat without circulation, strangled, a heavy block that seeks to expand ... the massage helps sometimes, the hands of that woman over all my body, they glided greasily and touched my private parts, they just brushed and seemed to have permission to do so, smelled of incense and I could not see nothing,
22  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Baseball Hat on: January 13, 2019, 12:02:02 AM
the dirty edge of the cap, it smells like rotten clothes, dry sweat and the green trash can ... the streets where the students circulate, the rusty fences are ancestral witnesses of books, notebooks, kisses, fights ... I see conglomerate of students meeting at the corner of the clinic, blue chemises stained with blood, the sun punished everyone equally ... the breeze beats the trees without compassion and hundreds of dry leaves moved like groups of fish, layers of liquid and transparent sea under the yacht, I stepped over the white fiber ground, textured, like sandpaper on my feet, when we jumped several fitted skateboards, Gabriel combed his side every time he fell well, he crouched like a frog ... we all crouched on the dry mud, my legs failed me and I woke up lying on the frozen white granite floor, seeing many faces together looking down on me, someone was grabbing my cheeks and wanting me to drink, it was water with sugar, sweet sand scratching my palate ...
23  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Key on: January 08, 2019, 03:55:06 PM
the old brass key, golden, with only 3 teeth ... I hear Jenny's sexy voice behind the big wooden door, I try to stay there for a while before interrupting her, I look at the coconut carpet in the entrance, but basically I'm listening to her voice ... it's like a pink silk that glides through the curves of a bottle of champagne, the cold surface ... I remember her nipples get erect, goosebumps like millions of miniature mountains, a minefield where I can get trapped for hours, destroy my plans and my sense of time, make me enter a timeless reality, where rays of white light go through the door frame taking me to another dimension ... the smell of her sheets and finally of her home, discover that intimacy behind the public person, the floral dress, the “nice to meet you, I am Jenny”, the look of a tigress roaming behind bushes, she can barely hide, the girl who never wants to commit herself because the only thing that satisfies her are wild and lustful nights…
24  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Flag on: January 08, 2019, 03:37:44 PM
Not sure if the story-narrative helps the sensory language but I like how the images are portrayed mainly on people, rather than objects or places...
Great imagination
25  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Remote on: January 07, 2019, 03:05:03 PM
a thick layer of dirt and grease makes my hand stick to the remote control, smells of curry at Hassad's house ... the brown carpet of yarn is worn in places, leaving the traces and paths of life, where everything happens at home ... I imagine his family and his mother scolding people when entering through the door, that same shock like when she ordered me to take off my shoes at the white metal door in the entrance, to stay walking on stockings in that strange house, from the first time I visited them, not knowing where to move next ... chandelier lamp hanging on the ceiling, the bulbs slightly bent, some missing, a few lit ... the two cats on the top of the beige sofa, lulled by the torrent of bubbles that comes from the fish tank ... that warm light inviting me to stay ... warm, like when you are under the sun and you know that it is weakening you, but you feel a blanket of heat over the whole body, how it melts the pins of moisture that have penetrated the skin of the arms and back all day long, it's like a defrost in a freezer, irregular layers of ice falling into the void, breaking into several pieces and immediately turning to water on the tiles...
26  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Remote on: January 07, 2019, 02:53:20 PM
Very illuminating the fact that you start and develop from another sense different than sight!
27  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Leaves on: January 05, 2019, 06:51:44 PM
Ok so you did the Object Writing from "LEAVES" and then wrote the song? Could you share what was your process?
I still feel like I need some point of the song though...

great job!
28  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Umbrella on: January 05, 2019, 06:47:59 PM
Loved the action in "droplets of water explode off the concrete" ... and the poetics/metaphor side of "water with nowhere to go" left me in reflection mode haha...
29  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Umbrella on: January 04, 2019, 01:14:56 PM
I see the drops fall from each end of the umbrella, like rows of people waiting for the precipice, the dry sand that scrapes against the sole of my shoe ... it smells like a bug, a smelly insect ... sudden wings of unpredictable flight, the flower rocks back and forth when the insect lands on its petals, I sneeze with the yellow pollen that falls like snow on the leaf, I lean on my back with the fear of finding some animal still alive, the leaves crack like soda crackers, very thin layers that break before reaching my mouth, where the salt spreads like an oil slick on the ocean, a thick stream of water that looks like acrylic, icy water in my mouth, the bubble that moves under the layer of ice while the motor of the freezer sounds ... I take out the ice trays and I look like a waiter with great caution, others toasting in the garden and I’m working nonstop, without being able to enjoy,
30  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: fish on: January 04, 2019, 01:14:25 PM
Very funny how the whole image changes with the payoff, being cereal... a funny turnaround!

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