Classmate Response 1, Week 1

Luckily I blab a lot because I forgot to word count this comment!! Do you include who you posted it to? I suppose you would need to for confirmation purposes. This was on deedairyan's freewrite I believe.

Response:

"I love lists in poetry. It takes an impressive attention to detail to create a meter that its continuous throughout the work but still not sacrificing enough of the list to make sense. 

So I loved the section in the beginning about your grandmother's recipe. The words created their own bounce that I wish would have continued throughout the rest of the work. Perhaps trying spreading the recipe out. In fact, I found this to be the most home-familiar part of the work. Who doesn't understand the smells of home-cooking? Mom or grandma blowing up the house with all those savory smells? I think these memories create familiarity without being heavy emotionally.

I understand you're from New Orleans, if I remember correctly? (I could be way off base of course, if so, forgive me.) I think you can find a way to combine the New Orleans flavors more thoroughly with that wonderful Louisiana flair. 

I think this got me excited"

Junkyard Quote 2, Week 1

"Dammit, I knew there was something weird about him! He was just too normal."

I'm going to assume we don't have to explain all of these? The syllabus says "when necessary." For the sake of argument, I'll attempt to explain my reasoning. However contradictory the statement, I can relate to it somehow. It's like reading a book with a character that is... well, much too ordinary. They always turn out evil don't they?

Calisthenics 1, Week 1

An edit of my in-class calisthenic. Each line has been edited at least 2-3 times. I tend to be word. I tried to focus on an adjective and that came to mind with the smell, the I tried condensing the idea behind that adjective. I actually forgot the adjective for a couple but I can put in parentheses what I meant for some of them.

Smell: Freshly Sharpened Pencil

1. An egg crate nesting on the interstate. (Potential)

2. A popsicle gone, wooden remains, ground to spiny fibers in your teeth.

3. Like the twang of too much yellow on a naked dog. (Sharp)

4. Mud pies by the lake, fistfuls of duck shit, relenting under domestic fingers.

5. Licking ice on windows, liquid crystal, dribbling down your chin. (Smooth)

Junkyard Quote 1, Week 1

"So, I'm thinking maybe I should get 69 tattooed on my face."

I know, quite the opener right? But it had to be one of the most hilarious things I've heard all day. I typically get lots of HI-larious material working register at Kroger, but they've had me in the dairy department all week so I've been getting minimal customer interaction lately.

I suppose this owes an explanation so that I'm not presumably perverted beyond all imagination. My friend and I had been discussing tattoos and what we would get for our first all day. She was watching Bleach. I was mindlessly surfing the internet. It was this guy that inspired her: Shuhei Hisagi. And without much thought she muttered the above phrase. I had not been paying attention... was pretty thrown off. C'mon, you know that's gotta be a weird statement out of context, yes?