Wednesday, February 25, 2009

In Lieu of an Etude

Instead of an etude for next week, Mar 4, post a sample of current work you intend to include in your portfolio.  That way we can spend part of class time talking to each other about your work and perhaps even writing on it.  Since we have a fair amount of reading to do, I think it will be fine to skip a week.  Remember that a draft of your portfolio is due after spring break.

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  1. I am only posting one very, very small piece. I will bring more stuff to class.


    Trees

    Barnstokker
    Glasir
    Irminsul
    Læraðr
    Mímameiðr
    Uppsala
    Thor’s Oak
    Yggdrasil

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  2. I POST IT IN MY OWN POST BECAUSE IT WERE JPEG.

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  3. I am working on two projects. One is taking random lines from my fiances various military handbooks and then reworking them. The other is about aging and death in America. It's the harder of the two. These are rough pieces to give you an idea of what I'm doing.


    In The Womb of Civilization

    Be a private again
    You know the least in the first 100 days
    You are most at risk now

    The long history of Iraq recognizes you are foreign to her pages
    She expresses emotion is a forceful, exaggerated fashion
    She blames you

    Paranoia and the importance of unit over self
    You will not admit defeat-
    You cannot claim success

    Her children teach
    Knowledge comes at you –who are not always adult
    Her history has been written over yours







    Tied to a chair
    TV on.

    She was a teacher once.

    Frankie, are you alright?

    She can walk.
    Haladol makes her forget that.
    Makes her easier to deal with.

    Frankie are you alright?

    Don’t want to lose her, now.
    Or think about her ever.

    She’s someone’s mother, you know.

    Frankie are you alright?

    She was someone’s wife once, too.

    Young nurses pack her
    away with their own mortality

    Frankie’s been dead for 5 years.

    Frankie, are you alright? She asks.

    Tied to a chair.
    TV on.

    Her name is Erma.

    She was a teacher once.

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