1. five minutes to write with 'spanish' as our subject
thick smell, breathing takes labour. a burnt crust delicacy coats the silver hot surface of a freshly purchased pan.
i watched, sharp intakes of breath - almost constant. the dark blue-red blood squeezes from the gaps in her teeth, almost black.
the caretaker wheels green bins full of memory and plucked chicken carcasses - seven years ago he would create-light an enclosed inferno, chased by his father, shouting in a tongue i wouldn't understand if it weren't for the subtitles.
2. write for as long as you can whilst sustaining one musical note out loud with 'jumping' as our subject:
this is all. i can't break your spine, i'll break this spine.
(we did another one of those with 'cheating' as our subject)
3. swap books with someone, flip to a random page and select a random line/paragraph, use this to begin or end (mine from jorja's book, 'a fox called sorrow' by isobelle carmody: 'that is not what the fox ordered,')
'that is not what the fox ordered,' i read aloud from the side fence. our brick fence, painted white, now intruded upon by thick yellow strokes of wet lettering. the chemical smell of paint made my head light and vision sway. already dehydrated, i hadn't eaten since yesterday's breakfast. i hitched the bag higher on my shoulder and knew i wouldn't go back.
the concrete reminded me of primary school, so i wrote this:
big-breakfast days; lining up, trying to not look alone.
the corrugated iron roof- rolling basketballs on-off, on-off. the weight jars my ears, my face.
lining up, trying not to look alone - a corner left out of sight.
i was so lonely. hiding from girls who unflinchingly, relentlessly alienated a mouth that wouldn't keep closed.
also, you should go see this. some friends are in it. on til the 24th and conveniently located next to the state library.
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