FOUR DAYS LEFT

I'm on 32.5K so I think I should strike out for 40K.

Unlikely as I have to travel Monday-Tuesday, but I may get out of that yet.

Today I've posted a mass of prompts, but here's the deal. You need to CHANT the whole lists, sing it, at least 4-5 times and then when you think you are almost ready to write, sing it again, take notice of the italics/plain/bold/caps, then, when you write your story try to include at least one actual prompt (or its inspiration/feel) from each type.


DEAR LOVE

All my adult life

THERE IS FOUR INCHES OF SNOW

Sometimes he turned to smile

JOKE

In Santiago

I'VE RE-WRITTEN THE FIRST CHAPTER

I have been a guest in other people's houses

WITH WHAT PAIN

that toothed, long-jawed, lip-less smile

AND I'LL NEVER BE CONTENT WITH THAT CHAPTER

the capital of the kingdom of Chile

THE MOST RE-DONE OF THE LOT

following the sun and seasons like a migratory bird

IT MOVES SLOWLY

when he was called something particularly insulting

SETTING NO KEY-NOTE

at the very moment of the great earthquake of 1647

AND I JUST CAN'T MAKE IT JELL

an instinct in me, the rich man's cunning feel for ripeness

I'LL HAVE THE SECOND DONE BEFORE I GO TO BED

and always the pain that at any movement produced

I SEE THE BOOK PRETTY CLEARLY

in which many thousands of lives were lost

UP UNTIL THE END

some oyster-in-an-r-month notion working there

AND THEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

grew stronger and stronger

OF COURSE IT'S ALL GOING TO BE MUCH MORE BANAL

a young Spaniard by the name of Jeronimo Rugera

WHEN I'M DONE WITH IT

which knows without reference to anything outside itself

LOTS OF FIRE HAS FLICKERED OUT

until finally his yellow face was parchment color

I WALKED FIVE MILES IN THE WIND TODAY

who had been locked up on a criminal charge

AND MY HEAD HURT FROM THE COLD

when to pack the tennis racket

I'M LOSING MY APPETITE

and after his second bull was dead

WHICH IS A GOOD THING

was standing against a prison pillar

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME

when to bring the field glasses

I WAS PLAIN FAT THESE DAYS

and the throwing of bread and cushions was over

I SHALL COME BACK TO YOU AS USUAL

about to hang himself

THINNER AND WITH GOBS OF DISCIPLINE

to look at a friend's birds

WHICH I'LL LOSE THE MOMENT I LAY HANDS ON YOU

after he had saluted the president

I MEANT LAY EYES ON YOU,

the telescope to stare at his stars

BUT THERE YOU ARE

the wet suit to swim in beneath his waters

THE SUBCONSCIOUS COMING OUT

with the same wolf-jaw and contemptuous eyes

I LISTEN FOR THE TELEPHONE

when the exotic fish are running

HOPING IT WILL BE YOU

it's not in the Times

AND THEN I'M GLAD IT'S NOT

and handed his sword over to the barrera to be wiped

BECAUSE IF YOU PHONED I'D BE TEMPTED

when the black dinner jacket comes off and the white one goes on

TO COME HOME AT ONCE

it's something surer, subtler

AND I MUST STAY

and put back in its case

UNTIL I FINISH

the delicate guidance system of the privileged

THIS DAMN THING

he passed through the callejon

I LOVE YOU PASSIONATELY

my playboy astronomy

AS YOU NO DOUBT KNOW BY NOW

and leaned on the barrera below us

I'M READING TRAGIC AMERICA

his head on his arms

AND I LOVE THAT OLD GOOFER DREISER

not seeing, not hearing anything

FOR ALL HIS CHEAP JOURNALESE STYLE

only going through his pain

HE'S ANGRY AND ALIVE