Thursday, December 23, 2010

Writer's Block Exercise

[So anyone who likes to write, professionally or otherwise, knows exactly what it's like to have writers block.... You just draw a blank, and feel very uninspired. There are many techniques that writers employ to get the wheels turning. This is something I made up one day when i couldn't think of anything to write. What I do is I basically write a snippet of something i'm thinking about, and i use the last word of that sentence to start a new/unrelated sentence. It's not supposed to be profound or anything like that. It's basically a brainstorm. Then i read the entire thing over a couple of times and it helps me come up with some ideas for other things i'm already working on. I wrote this one up specifically for this blog entry. Hope you like the idea.... let me know what you think]

You are free to do as I 
your troops to march into the fields of 
is only that which we can manage to 
a thought that no one has been able to conceive 
u wake up, is when youre in the deepest state of 
deprivation can eventually lead to 
is worth that which we live 
no good reason than to commit high 
was the verdict for the spy of 
operate in an extremely covert 
of speaking was what distinguished her from all the other 
have a talent for making one believe what he 
and Seas are certainly interesting 
don’t sound quite as well as 
play melodies that sweep you right into the 
present and future comparisons of people's 
in the crowd that stand out as possible 
of the finest art the world has yet to 
the world through the eyes of a 
played by johnny depp

[It's important that once you start the exercise that you don't stop or dwell on any word or sentence. Some extra parameters i set for myself is that I have to complete at least 20 sentences and it cant include things i already wrote down before. But you can set all types of other rules for yourself  like making certain words rhyme, etc.... oh and the Johnny Depp thing is referencing his new animated movie thats i happened to catch a trailer for.... its called Rango]

[Photo by: Rona Gelman]

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Admission Letter

[Ok, if you haven't already noticed, I like to keep the posts slightly different every time. Todays post certainly won't disappoint.... at least in the "different" department; However, its very capable of disappointing on a variety of other categories such as "interesting." This is a Letter I wrote for someone who was applying to some sort of a teaching program in college. Again, as I always like to say, I'm not a writer....I just did this for fun. I hope you enjoy it on some sort of level]

To say that it has been my life long dream to become a teacher would be too much of a cliché. So why have I chosen to become an educator? One of the most fundamental and undeniable features of all beings, is the characteristic of curiosity. We all share this instinctual yearning to accept new information - to understand what we do not yet understand, to explain what we cannot yet explain, and to comprehend what first seems incomprehensible. And curiosity has no bounds nor prejudice. It does not discriminate between the ages, sexes or cultures. While much of what we learn as infants is observational, just as soon as we begin to utter our first words we also begin to ask our first questions. Our strong desire for food is equally met with an appetite for knowledge. As all children begin to grow and develop, their curiosities grow exponentially greater. In order to satiate this thirst for knowledge they need a reference or guide. I am striving to be that reference or guidance. I believe that speculation is a mode for motivation. I have speculated that not all of those who are knowledgeable are able to teach, but one who is passionate about teaching is left to become knowledgeable. So at the risk of sounding cliché, let me say that I have always been passionate about teaching and now all that is left is to gain the knowledge so that I may one day be able to do so. And just as curiosity shows no bounds, my motivation is similarly resilient.

2 philosophies worth putting some thought into

"If  I am not for myself, who will be for me? And if I am for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?"
The Golden Rule ~  "That which is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow man"
                                                                                                                        - Hillel

Monday, December 20, 2010

I get my kicks out of vices 
that are looked upon strange 
and as they've twist to their tightest 
I'm left broke in exchange
The ultimate fulfillment for an ego-maniac is paradoxically an accomplishment, which he himself can never enjoy - immortality.
i made that up before i fell asleep one night

Me/Not Me (3)

[just a casual conversation between two Jews] 
Me: So theres a fast're gonna fast? 
Not Me: No, i'm not fasting 
Me: Fake Jew, got it.... 
Not Me: Oh sure, you'll just sleep all day and fast for 10 min....g-d wont forget how much you lie 
Me: No need to put the dash between the d and g, you're never gonna meet him anyway 
Not Me: No need to're going to hell either way 
Me: you just recycled my joke....doesn't count 
Not Me: I don't like to beat around the burning bush. I'm just telling you your future GPS coordinates

Wonderlandman, tell me a story

[hey, you’re back….why would you ever come back here? Well, if you’re gonna insist on staying I guess i have to entertain….what kind of host would i be? Ok, here’s one of the things i’m working on right now. It’s a poem that cuts back and forth between narration, monologue and dialogue….and it does all of this sporadically and without warning. Hope you like it, enjoy]
”This is my favorite mind
All the others I’ve left behind”
A trip through his own fantasy
Where everything goes wrong it seems
The more he loses, the better off
Even Alice would’ve scoffed
Missing pockets, missing hand
That’s his twisted wonderland

“Snagged my toe on a rock as I strolled
A seam ran to my heel from my toe
All that’s left of this foot are some thread
Look! there’s plenty of fun up ahead”

Learn to sew, he’s come undone
uncontrolled, his seams have run
They’ve stitched a smile on Anger’s face
wildly emotions laced
He sleeps between rocks and a hard place
Wakes up, and leaves part of his face
It remains on the ground where he’d laid…
“look down at myself, looking up at me
I don’t linger too long; just get up & leave”

A garden filled with rocks appears
The mise-en-scène seems too austere
As he creeps past, oh so nimble
Listen close, as pin hits thimble
The stones begin to turn to sand
and drops fall in, out of clouds’ hands…
…onto the sand, to make a stew
A soup of quicksand pulls him through
The more he struggles, the more he shrinks 
The ground enjoys its flesh-like drink
The rain keeps falling to the ground
Yet he wont call out but a sound
Lightning lights the sky, like flares
He takes his final gulp of air….
[to be continued]