Wednesday, May 31, 2006

me...

having neither intellect nor feet
i adapted to the unique lifestyle
of an enhanced relationship
with my customers
not necessarily meaningful
an expression of dependence
on a masqueraded network
when part of the definition of love
was a migration to pacific islands
in what was meant to be the future
of a calculated withdrawal

Monday, May 29, 2006

Depressed house















Since I couldn't found anybody to talk to,
I kept walking around the house.
The space was as quiet as always.
Its quiet was like acquiescence to my behavior.
Something behind the house seems desperate to be found.




















I stood by the window in my room.
The houses outside seems so lively and warm.
And I wondered inside that skin whether it would be the same?
Or the houses are also another wall that people built to hide themselves












































Lonely, sad and depressive
Were full filled the house in everywhere,
the corridor, the chair, the bed, the window, the plants, even the dog and cat.
It was like after a horrible storm
Though everything all cleaned up and new arranged,
Fears, anxious, depressed, sad crawled over everywhere.




















Ticket, the dog,
guarded the empty house as regular everyday,
from morning to the night,
was immured in lonely and depressed.
















lonesome affection


a waving house

Sunday, May 28, 2006

3 "sound" briefs

If you don't know what to write about, try these three easy exercises, to be done possibly in the same day, but at some hours distance one from the other... Give yourself 5 to 10 minutes for each exercise. Have fun!

Morning: sit in a very noisy cafe or anywhere loud. Write down all the noises that you can recognise. Start with a list and then try to describe some of them, the ones that are more interesting to you. See what effect they have on your feelings and write about that too.

Afternoon: sit somewhere less noisy, like a bookstore maybe. Do the same as above: write down all the noises that you can hear. Start by making a list and then try to describe them, the ones that are more interesting to you. See how they affect your feelings and write about that too.

Night: in your room, alone. That should be the quietest of the three places. Hear the sounds of your house and your neighbourhood. Describe them. Concentrate on the sound of your pen on the paper. The sound of yourself breathing. Can you hear that. How do you react to that?

Read everything the next day and choose 3 sentences, as if you were writing a little poem, to publish on this blog. You can choose a sentence from every moment in the day or whatever you want!
Just write! I'm looking forward to reading your next contributions!

Friday, May 26, 2006

Not really sure about this...

... but anyway,

my google emailbox, which is usually precise with spam mail, has mistakenly put in my inbox an advertisment for viagra pills. When I read the mail I didn't notice it was an advertisment. I actually thought it was one of you guys on the workshop! It was so poetic... it actually doesn't make much sense but the way some words come together and create fantastic images is quite amazing. It's really a shame that it was just some spam!

Not really sure about this, as I was saying before, but I've decided to publish it because I think it's a "nice" and creative misunderstanding.

Let me make this clear: this doesnt' mean that we can publish spam mail on the blog from now on. However, I think this one works as an example of how - sometimes - it is enough to through words in the mixer and press the button to create interesting stuff, which is the way these spam texts are originated.

I'm sure it can stimulate someone's creativity. Just pick some words from the dictionary and put them together in a line. Do they make sense, can you give sense to them, can you help them become sense, or let them have sense?

Any takers?

There it goes, the spam mail I've received!


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tomorrow sorry east wood among the years a wonderful lot
somewhere allowed twenty-one seven of them work
nothing benefit why commit discuss the arms
morning telling off second commitment
occasions and times forty captains.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

A Warm Dinner?


I was expecting a big warm welcoming dinner tonight.
Therefore,
7:49pm
It is still an empty kitchen…
Coldness is instilling my heart.

Touched




















I touched,
as I was so anxious to explore it
The stories of the house

searching...




















I searched everywhere,
not sure what was I looking for...
It is a very quiet old house

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

A Waving Room




















26/3/06
My first night arrived at my homestay,
At Biarritz, France
The room is painted in sky blue.
As I lay down on the bed,
I almost felt like lying on the sea
Waves agitate my head and mind

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

do we believe what we see, or do we see what we believe?

people have faith in the strangest things - at the periphery of vision
and we all share our convinctions with a sort of illiterate charm
protecting ourselves against alternatives


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Ariel's Comment:-

the eager to be "right" is always the victor of the true. But what is true? Everything is just defined by people. Yeh we see what we believe all the time.

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Friday, May 19, 2006

Ken's comment on "now"'s photograph

This was posted as a comment by 莘莘學子, but I'll republish it un-edited as an article because I think it makes sense to be able to see it immediately!

:o)


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莘莘學子 said...
Obviously, the picture was not taken in a London tube as it's so clean and spacious. (haaa haaa ... ....)

As a non-native English speaker, starting my journey in English writing is just like travelling in a completely strange environment (an unsafe territory). And this writing workshop is like a clean, spacious and comfortable train which I can relax and try to enjoy my fear of English writing with lovely passengers around me.

{{ : )

MAKE sense...

About what we said yesterday...

In the English language, people make sense of things, and things make sense -- when they do, of course!

I like this use of the verb to make because it focuses on the sculptoreal, or constructive side of creativity.

In the Italian language, things are said to have sense, and the expression is that you give sense to something. I think this is less indicative of what actually happens when people create communication.

To what verbs is "sense" -- or rather "meaning" -- associated in your languages?


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gwen said...

We said, become a sense or be a sense in Korean. :)

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Ariel said...
I can't think of a proper verb that we use for "make sense" in Chinese. I think it might be more like let it have sense

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I think that become a sense is a fantastic expression! So now I want to learn Korean!

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Hey, look at that picture...

There are two things that I really like about the picture posted by "now".

The first one is that most people in that train are reading something. I think it fits our group very well, because it combines the idea of writing/reading with the idea of the journey. I like to think of writing as the exploration of a(n unsafe) territory. Who knows where we all are going... there's no way to know it because you can't see it from the window. You have to travel to know.

The second thing is that there's a kid, just after the threshold, holding a colorful toy in his hands... Creativity is a playful colorful journey!

I think these are two powerful images to start a story.

I think we should all try writing something that starts from this photograph!

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Welcome to Andrea's Writing Workshop (AWW...!)






Hello,

This is Andrea's Writing Workshop (AWW...!)

You're all welcome to contribute to the blog by posting your own articles.

I hope you will enjoy your presence here,

The first image is going to be the official banner of our blog, until one of you doesn't design and post a better one, of course! The second one is your host for tonight!

a