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Monday Free Write
Jan. 22nd, 2008 11:27 amYesterday I free-wrote for the first time in months. I felt rusty, like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz. How he starts to move, freezes up again until Dorothy tends the stuck joint with the oil can, then moves again, then freezes again until the oil has worked its way into all of the places that had frozen, brought free movement back to them.
Here's one of my pieces, timed at about 6 minutes. Just getting moving again is good.
Pop Tart
Who knew when it was starting that it would come to this? Certainly someone knew that it could come to this, or something like this. Someone knew. Here she is now, the courts have taken her children away, she laughs hysterically as they load her into the ambulance. She seems reasonable at times, like when she refuses Dr. Phil, but that could be an illusion, the appearance of light where it's only being reflected.
This chills me. I never had much opinion of Britney one way or the other when she was just a young popular performer. But the very public airing of her self-destruction have the feel of a public lynching; "burn, slut; suffer, whore," and the number of women who cheer at her Icarus plunge from the virgin-idol heights, down through imperfect humanity and further down to the mythic realm of mad-beast-destroyer-demon just takes my breath away.
Here's one of my pieces, timed at about 6 minutes. Just getting moving again is good.
Pop Tart
Who knew when it was starting that it would come to this? Certainly someone knew that it could come to this, or something like this. Someone knew. Here she is now, the courts have taken her children away, she laughs hysterically as they load her into the ambulance. She seems reasonable at times, like when she refuses Dr. Phil, but that could be an illusion, the appearance of light where it's only being reflected.
This chills me. I never had much opinion of Britney one way or the other when she was just a young popular performer. But the very public airing of her self-destruction have the feel of a public lynching; "burn, slut; suffer, whore," and the number of women who cheer at her Icarus plunge from the virgin-idol heights, down through imperfect humanity and further down to the mythic realm of mad-beast-destroyer-demon just takes my breath away.
