Sunday, April 1, 2012
Improv/Imitation Entry 1 (Week 10)
This is an improv/imitation of Robert Frost's poem "Fire and Ice"
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
my imitation:
Fear and Pain
People talk about ending with fear,
others mention pain.
In the end though, I've lent my ear
and heard both gain.
No one wants to see how near
both endings actually are,
but our tears are rain
and the flood is here.
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
my imitation:
Fear and Pain
People talk about ending with fear,
others mention pain.
In the end though, I've lent my ear
and heard both gain.
No one wants to see how near
both endings actually are,
but our tears are rain
and the flood is here.
Peer Response Entry 2 (Week 10)
This is in response to Kelsey's Free Entry "Eyebrows." (link: http://kflemin.blogspot.com/2012/03/free-entry-eyebrows-week-10.html)...
This is a really interesting piece. I love the simplicity in the title, when I first read "Eyebrows," I thought "oh boy. Where could this be going?" But I love how you went about this, not jumping straight into the scorching, but focusing on playing with Barbies and then describing the junk drawer. This is a nice use of that idea of creating a scene. I would love to see where this piece goes, because the way you ended:
"The door to my parent’s bedroom opened and my mother walked out in a towel, she lifted her nose and sniffed the air reminding me of a mouse and asked, “What’s burning?”
My voiced wobbled as I replied, “My face.”" had me wondering how your mom reacts...I can only imagine how much trouble your sister got in!
This is a really interesting piece. I love the simplicity in the title, when I first read "Eyebrows," I thought "oh boy. Where could this be going?" But I love how you went about this, not jumping straight into the scorching, but focusing on playing with Barbies and then describing the junk drawer. This is a nice use of that idea of creating a scene. I would love to see where this piece goes, because the way you ended:
"The door to my parent’s bedroom opened and my mother walked out in a towel, she lifted her nose and sniffed the air reminding me of a mouse and asked, “What’s burning?”
My voiced wobbled as I replied, “My face.”" had me wondering how your mom reacts...I can only imagine how much trouble your sister got in!
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