To kick things off, I’m beginning at the beginning. Page 1 of Room to Write prompts us to “dive into writing by choosing any one of the following words that have more than one meaning: bear, cleave, lie, sewer, tear, or desert.” The idea is to freewrite without thinking, never stopping, and if truly stuck, just keep repeating the last word written until you’re out of it. Making sense is not the point. Ready? Am I? * deep breath *
LIE lie to me you lie there in your stinking sheets wrapped in sweat mucus tears stains and you lie to my face behold that that that that lying lie there bait me with baited breath your soul swells sinks stinks and yet you think of me lie to me heave atop me spoil me spoilt the milk your nectar nectar nectar nudity becoming you seemingly impossibly I walk there too drifting apart the start so long ago such nonsense you came to you came atop me you bludgeoned me berated me beckoned me fiend.
Okay, my first thoughts on that are that it was really, really hard. I found myself constantly pausing to write more deliberately and having to work hard to force my mind to free itself…in a nutshell, too much thinking. It was also difficult doing this using a keyboard vs. pen, so I may switch to handwriting for prompts like these and just transcribe it here after. For now, though, I’d like try out a screen-purifying software available for Mac called WriteRoom that replaces the clutter of the monitor screen with a plain black background and basic green font–in essence, reverting to the way word processors looked a couple decades ago to bring the focus back to WRITING. Words for words sake. Must say I love it. I’m going to try freewriting on another word, then, using the free 30-day demo of this tool, then copying it back here.
SEWER plunging to the depths of the sewer we rake through the sewage and stumble upon a sewer feeding the eye of her needle with threads woven from hair gone down the drain it’s coated in mucus and filth yet she’s smiling she darning socks with it she’s reaching down into the funk and pulling up another clotted handful of it and wrapping it about her arm for safekeeping she motions to us to try on the sweater that’s resting in her lap she wants to make sure the arms are long enough and we say we’ve heard of hairshirts before lady but this takes the cake we’re off and puddle-plunging our feet growing larger with swells of feces compounding on them with every step as the water splashes up to our hemlines and ruins our clothing with putrid stains and we hear the little lady calling after see bet you wish you had a new sweater to change into now!
Hmm…WriteRoom definitely helped clear away distraction. My other conclusion? My mind is a strange and twisted corridor to meander through, and I blame my sinusitis for the repetition of mucus in both entries. Sorry if my subconscious made you gag, folks. Not all posts will be like this, but I have to say I’m a big fan of the freewriting exercise. I remember my Sophomore English teacher assigning us the first few minutes of the day to this, which we’d keep in the same notebook and later use to generate poetry. Not saying that I’m seeing any pearls of wisdom in what I churned out tonight, but I must say my brain actually feels like it just lifted freeweights and exploded past brittle picket fences that had been keeping it hindered. Definitely a useful tool for breaking out of a rut.