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This assignment is in honour of David, who sadly ( for us ) is on walkabout. He was one of the few here to attempt the other 'line of poetry' prompt (“This is the place where Dorothea smiled”).
Here is the prompt:
A sort of walking miracle
Sit, type/write the words above down. Let something arise, without planning it before you sit at your computer/writing pad. Go into a specific feeling, image, scene etc. (i.e. try not to be general). Prose, poetry, prose poems, whatever arises.
Write, for 20 minutes, without editing (cover the screen if you can't stop yourself); write without trying to come to an 'ending' - you can continue another time, just keep going. Look for specific sensuous detail ( what you see, smell, feel, hear, sounds of words - open your body, let what wants to be written be written).
Stop after 20 minutes and post up in my optional assignments board (you can edit spelling / typos if you want, but do not make any other edits to the post).
(Even if you know the poem this line is from, I suggest you do not look at it until AFTER you have written your piece. It's from one of my favourite poems by Sylvia Plath.)
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