I am out most of Thursday so here is a second set of prompts to cover.
01 Suggested Preparatory Reading
02 I like being outdoors.
03 The quiet life of the night-time computer
04 Shoulder to shoulder, the unemployed...
05 All Saints
06 They say you're proud but you are simply quiet
07 On the wind, is it?
08 Wonder Boys
09 The Book of Magic
10 A story beginning: "I am not lying, but I can't be sure."
11 Penicillin
12 The Art of the Generous exit
13 Sign Here
14 I think it's beetroot
15 Do you fear living?
16 She is writing something in the sand
17 Lundy
18 A Dead Professor, probably male
19 Or Chastity
20 Why I shop at the P O.
21 Cruising
22 Do not go gentle
23 Let me die a young man's death
24 Two Dozen Roses
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Sunday Practice Prompts II at 17:15
Begin again, summon the hearers
Every town is my home town
I shall walk through frost and fire
No, forgive me
If you did not exist
I am sick, I am sick
The chair is empty
It is late afternoon, the light is weak
The stink of fox
This is what we see, that is what you feel
Notes in Latin
Nothing is lost but much is missing
Like a hungry bear in bushes
Why cling?
Now he is free of the earth
Drag him into the sun and let him sleep
Looking at my father's face
Mother, how long have you been watching?
You may promise anything
As far as I know I am not dead.
The light upon the wheat
Who can remember Arram?
This is where I fell
Then a formal feeling comes
Every town is my home town
I shall walk through frost and fire
No, forgive me
If you did not exist
I am sick, I am sick
The chair is empty
It is late afternoon, the light is weak
The stink of fox
This is what we see, that is what you feel
Notes in Latin
Nothing is lost but much is missing
Like a hungry bear in bushes
Why cling?
Now he is free of the earth
Drag him into the sun and let him sleep
Looking at my father's face
Mother, how long have you been watching?
You may promise anything
As far as I know I am not dead.
The light upon the wheat
Who can remember Arram?
This is where I fell
Then a formal feeling comes
Practice Prompts Sunday 11:15
What has been gathered
A snowflake, a feather
Cut off the telephone
Sweep up the wood
No sun, no sea, no light rising
I do not quite recall the face, tho light still glows
Pause, but then get on
The earth will lightly cover them
My little man, my man, what gave me life
The greatest, inside the smallest
The streets are cold, the houses dark
After the shipwreck, the reef and pretty fishes
After snow, what a tree!
There were people who loved him, who hoped
Whatever intent the sky
Like a ship, some say, as it dips from sight
How was it? Before? After?
Into clay, and yet I hear breathing
Listen, you need to understand...
What it was was money, what it was was waste
A snowflake, a feather
Cut off the telephone
Sweep up the wood
No sun, no sea, no light rising
I do not quite recall the face, tho light still glows
Pause, but then get on
The earth will lightly cover them
My little man, my man, what gave me life
The greatest, inside the smallest
The streets are cold, the houses dark
After the shipwreck, the reef and pretty fishes
After snow, what a tree!
There were people who loved him, who hoped
Whatever intent the sky
Like a ship, some say, as it dips from sight
How was it? Before? After?
Into clay, and yet I hear breathing
Listen, you need to understand...
What it was was money, what it was was waste
Friday, August 26, 2011
Practice Prompts IV Friday 09:55
Sat in Snow
I have a feeling we are in the wrong place
Born, grew, died
Ding-Dong Bell
I want to be a cow, or possibly a shiny red bucket
BLING
Various restaurants, various waiters
Philosophy
Something is in the sky
MOUNTAIN
There are man words for this in Tibet
MUG
I'd like to take you (stop there)
NAIL
Consider this thing that has died
OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!!!!!
I have often walked down this street before
New Orleans
We cannot see beyond it. Is there a beyond?
On the toilet, late.
Love rises up in us.
It's a stain, like tea, or blood
I have a feeling we are in the wrong place
Born, grew, died
Ding-Dong Bell
I want to be a cow, or possibly a shiny red bucket
BLING
Various restaurants, various waiters
Philosophy
Something is in the sky
MOUNTAIN
There are man words for this in Tibet
MUG
I'd like to take you (stop there)
NAIL
Consider this thing that has died
OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!!!!!
I have often walked down this street before
New Orleans
We cannot see beyond it. Is there a beyond?
On the toilet, late.
Love rises up in us.
It's a stain, like tea, or blood
Thursday, August 25, 2011
18:20 Thursday
I am pebble
Just off the highway, not far from Santa Fe
I am writing this, thinking
Have you forgotten how it was?
I'd love a Mac
For all the bodies butchered
Stripes
They are drowning in mud
Accidental Jennifer
LUCIFER
Now it is evening, so I dress
CHINESE
Nothing will stop us, not parents, nothing
Eyes dumb with sadness
Turnbull's Problem
The smell of meat on the wind
TICK-TOCK
He is here, handsome, evil
BLUE
A snail on the window
Life steps back to look in awe at us
Just off the highway, not far from Santa Fe
I am writing this, thinking
Have you forgotten how it was?
I'd love a Mac
For all the bodies butchered
Stripes
They are drowning in mud
Accidental Jennifer
LUCIFER
Now it is evening, so I dress
CHINESE
Nothing will stop us, not parents, nothing
Eyes dumb with sadness
Turnbull's Problem
The smell of meat on the wind
TICK-TOCK
He is here, handsome, evil
BLUE
A snail on the window
Life steps back to look in awe at us
Thursday Morning Practice Blast Prompts II 08:23
When I woke up I was in a dark room
Do you like pie?
It may be fog, but it isn’t fog
AURA
I could do nothing except listen
FEST!
The Weight of the average child
Simple Simon
Some still protruded from his chest
PLUG
On the other hand, a maggot
LYNX
The evening slips into you as you slip into the evening
Black Butterfly, BLACK.
A dried out dog.
The world of lost poems
Not to have fire, to have only water
The decorators are here
My dark father, our dark fathers
Grim houses, dusty streets, the sound of waste
So this God, I mean…
Moon Fingers
The same skin is not the same skin
Some back-alley in Marseilles
Do you like pie?
It may be fog, but it isn’t fog
AURA
I could do nothing except listen
FEST!
The Weight of the average child
Simple Simon
Some still protruded from his chest
PLUG
On the other hand, a maggot
LYNX
The evening slips into you as you slip into the evening
Black Butterfly, BLACK.
A dried out dog.
The world of lost poems
Not to have fire, to have only water
The decorators are here
My dark father, our dark fathers
Grim houses, dusty streets, the sound of waste
So this God, I mean…
Moon Fingers
The same skin is not the same skin
Some back-alley in Marseilles
Friday, August 19, 2011
September is a Blast!!
Boot Camp opens up for a FLASH BLAST in September. Prompts twice a day, maybe some "3's" and all participants trying to write AT LEAST 20 pieces, but hopefully 30+ 1+ a day) for the month.
Contact me by email or FB-Mail if you're interested and please spread the word. These BLASTS are amazingly productive and produce some fine work
I will shortly be announcing a tie-up with an internet lit-mag which will publish a Best-Of"
Email me, FB-Mail me or go to the open part of Boot Camp
HERE
http://bootcampkeegan.yuku.com/forums/63/2011-Boot-Camp-PUBLIC-Visitors-Coffee-Shop-amp-Information#.Tk4zfTuaE98
and post a hello/confirm interest
Alex Keegan
Contact me by email or FB-Mail if you're interested and please spread the word. These BLASTS are amazingly productive and produce some fine work
I will shortly be announcing a tie-up with an internet lit-mag which will publish a Best-Of"
Email me, FB-Mail me or go to the open part of Boot Camp
HERE
http://bootcampkeegan.yuku.com/forums/63/2011-Boot-Camp-PUBLIC-Visitors-Coffee-Shop-amp-Information#.Tk4zfTuaE98
and post a hello/confirm interest
Alex Keegan
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