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14 February, 2009

Another exercise.

Since we've been so dry on ideas lately, here's another writing exercise. This time it's inspired by a book from Joe Brainard called I Remember.

Basically what we gotta do is write a poem about something that happened in the past, starting with the words "I remember". Simple, isn't it?

Here's what Joe Brainard wrote:
I remember the only time I saw my mother cry.
I was eating apricot pie.

I remember Aunt Cleora who lived in Hollywood.
Every year for Christmas she sent my brother and me a joint present of one book.

I remember shower curtains with angelfish on them.

I remember how embarrassed I was when other children cried.

I remember one very hot summer day I put ice cubes in my aquarium and all the fish died.



So, again, there aren't really any rules to this. You just write whatever you want :)
these are ours:


I remember
everything was white,
everything was black.
It was so easy to wait and not go back.

I remember
the cloud started to turn grey,
the gloom fairy had sprinkled the pain dust.
If only i could just pray that pang is not a must.

I remember
my eyes couldn't see a thing,
my ears couldn't hear a melody.
Life then was very numbing and blinding.

I remember
the beam spangled, sequined, flickered,
it was on, off, on, off, on, and finally off.
I thought i had been answered, not sent off.

I remember
everything was dark,
everything was murky.
I know nothing and nothing is known.

I dont remember
life in yester years.
I dont remember
life at the moment.
I dont remember
life after tomorrow.

I remember
I have a long term memory damage.
I remember
I remember.
--Nandia


I remember you
and me
--Runi


I remember
the rush on my horrified feet
pedaling away from fear

I remember
the menacing footsteps against the tar
the sound of terror

I remember
the sinister stare over my shoulder
the eyes of the hunter

I remember
my five-year-old self escaping
my neighbor's dog
--Sindy


I remember
the twilight where we sit waiting
for the closing time to come

I remember
us smoking together
happy and numb

I remember
for i wish then
time would stood still
--Nielam

be sure to tell us yours!

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