Today’s reflection is more of a different kind of thought than some previous ones, in that it’s not really a parallel scene but more of a memory brought on by one element of a scene. I’m not sure if this correlation was deliberate or not, but I made this connection based on the number of the Turners’ new house. Thanks again to @mg-bsl381 the 6x05 screencap and also for helping me formulate some ideas for this week’s post. More thoughts follow:
Do you know how Broadway Stars are always like “I grew up listening to Into the woods and West side story” “I was obsessed with Patti Lupone” “Bernadette Peters was my idol” “My parents will always put Les mis in the car”
Well, in a few years, Broadway stars will say things like “I grew up listening to Hamilton and Spring Awakening” “I was obsessed with Jonathan Groff and Aaron Tveit” “Idina Menzel and Laura Benanti were my idols” “My parents will always put Hairspray in the car”
We are the new generation, the girl who sits next to you in choir could become the main character in the next Broadway hit, that boy who does really nice covers on Youtube may be the next tony winner. Hell, the person reading this can become the next Broadway stars and inspiration for thousands of children from all over the world.
Bernadette Devlin was an Irish feminist, socialist, and republican, and at age 21, she became the youngest female Member of Parliament. She spoke passionately, eloquently, intelligently, and unforgivingly in support of Catholics during the civil rights movement in Northern Ireland. In 1969, after the keys to New York City were presented to her, Devlin gave them to the Black Panther Party, because she better identified with them and their plight than with the conservative Irish-Americans she had met on her visit to the U.S. In 1972, the British Home Secretary made a defense for the British soldiers who shot 26 unarmed Irish civilians during the Bogside Massacre. In the middle of his speech, Devlin stood up and punched him. She stated that it was “coldly, and calmly done” and that she did it to deliver “a simple, proletarian protest.” When asked if she was going to apologize, she responded, “I’m just sorry I didn’t get him by the throat.”
a history of one’s own writing life, written daily
reading/music/art, etc. encountered each day
elaborations on weather
people one sees-description
subway, bus, car or other trips (e.g., the same bus trip written about every day)
pleasures and/or pain
life’s everyday machinery: phones, stoves, computers, etc.
answering machine messages
round or rectangular things, other shapes
daily changes, e.g., a journal of one’s desk, table, etc.
the body and its parts
telephone calls (taped?)
coincidences & connections
times of solitude
Other journal ideas:
Write once a day in minute detail about one thing
Write every day at the same time, e.g. lunch poems, waking ideas, etc.
Write minimally: one line or sentence per day
Create a collaborative journal: musical notation and poetry; two writers alternating days; two writing about the same subject each day, etc.
Instead of using a book, write on paper and put it up on the wall (public journal).
and so on …
*** Bernadette Mayer is an American poet from Brooklyn. My creative writing professor shared this document with us on our first day and I just wanted to share it with more people because it has some really great ideas! I highly suggest checking out Mayer’s poetry too.
Artists are bizarre, fixed, cold / That’s you, George / You’re bizarre, fixed cold / I like that in a man / Fixed, cold / God, it’s hot up here / Well, there are worse things / Than staring at the water on a Sunday / There are worse things / Than staring at the water / As you’re posing for a picture / Being painted by your lover / In the middle of the summer / On an island in the river on a Sunday