I’m actually posting homework here. I’d like to come back to the on-going topic in the next posting or so. That will be my weekend plan along with coming up with creative responses to Romney’s and Scott’s work.
So. Berssenbrugge’s NEST.
Amazing syntax. The balance between hard, abstract thoughts and domestic scenes works flawlessly for me. I could go on but I think we’re supposed to be creatively responding…so here’s a piece, based on the first section of “I love morning,” and how it came about.
Since I love the syntax—how the sentences were composed, and how they sound complicated but great—I tried to imitate it (with all due respect, of course).This is really not a copout. It took me one night of grammatical agony!
First I wrote out the diagram. So the title, “I love morning,” became [subject pronoun / transitive verb / noun] and wrote my own stuff accordingly. OK. This first sentence was a breeze but try this: [possessive adjective / noun / verb / indefinite article / noun (verb compliment / preposition / possessive adjective / qualitative adjective / noun / preposition / noun, / noun, / noun, / preposition / definite pronoun / noun / preposition / indefinite pronoun / qualitative adjective / noun / preposition / noun,/ qualitative adjective / noun / preposition / adjective / noun ]
Haha.
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I write night
We’re about expressionism.
It’s color—cool night to converse with space, see along the river, think the thought.
Risa sings her small alliterated poem, Music, turns the page’s corner with a hairclip.
Stories are present as we are staged through our attention in them, politely asked to remain observant.
Along darkened sky to welcome horizon there comes sketching beneath, so I pause and hears Chopin inside my ears.
“Being together defocuses space.”
Momentariness of my night gradually passing onto permanence is felt though me, a mind inside time, space interlacing.
Thought spurs from the wakefulness of night.
She imagines her stories from a score written my her punctual nature.
My version is a compliment of her painting with absences she hopes to make real.
Its gist remains a substance of its own notice through sound, voice, images, thought the exactness of a flowing thought with time, determined nocturne of transforming composition.
“Atmospheric presence soaks objects”
(By the way, Risa is my 7 year old cousin)
So. Berssenbrugge’s NEST.
Amazing syntax. The balance between hard, abstract thoughts and domestic scenes works flawlessly for me. I could go on but I think we’re supposed to be creatively responding…so here’s a piece, based on the first section of “I love morning,” and how it came about.
Since I love the syntax—how the sentences were composed, and how they sound complicated but great—I tried to imitate it (with all due respect, of course).This is really not a copout. It took me one night of grammatical agony!
First I wrote out the diagram. So the title, “I love morning,” became [subject pronoun / transitive verb / noun] and wrote my own stuff accordingly. OK. This first sentence was a breeze but try this: [possessive adjective / noun / verb / indefinite article / noun (verb compliment / preposition / possessive adjective / qualitative adjective / noun / preposition / noun, / noun, / noun, / preposition / definite pronoun / noun / preposition / indefinite pronoun / qualitative adjective / noun / preposition / noun,/ qualitative adjective / noun / preposition / adjective / noun ]
Haha.
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I write night
We’re about expressionism.
It’s color—cool night to converse with space, see along the river, think the thought.
Risa sings her small alliterated poem, Music, turns the page’s corner with a hairclip.
Stories are present as we are staged through our attention in them, politely asked to remain observant.
Along darkened sky to welcome horizon there comes sketching beneath, so I pause and hears Chopin inside my ears.
“Being together defocuses space.”
Momentariness of my night gradually passing onto permanence is felt though me, a mind inside time, space interlacing.
Thought spurs from the wakefulness of night.
She imagines her stories from a score written my her punctual nature.
My version is a compliment of her painting with absences she hopes to make real.
Its gist remains a substance of its own notice through sound, voice, images, thought the exactness of a flowing thought with time, determined nocturne of transforming composition.
“Atmospheric presence soaks objects”
(By the way, Risa is my 7 year old cousin)
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