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words number two

In Uncategorized on January 19, 2011 at 18:31

Second Words

My Last Sigh
Reborn
Hazardous Material
Pandora’s Box
Destiny
Coffee
Long road
Cruel stars
Closet monster
Late night diner
The dreamer
Mythological creature
The nuts and bolts
Afternoon nap
Dark and Stormy

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Supplies

In Uncategorized on January 19, 2011 at 14:18

Today I got some supplies for the first part of the project. So exciting to get a package full of stuff I’m going to send out into the wild!

Reminded

In Uncategorized on January 14, 2011 at 22:12

Today I talked to artist Rachel Perry Welty to soothe my worries that this idea was up to snuff. It is after all, an experiment. And as she reminded me, “Isn’t that the point of art? To see what happens?” Yes. Yes it is.

She gave me sage advice and reminded me that I am in love with the Random.

Random.

It makes me giddy to think of who will get what word or phrase and who will send something back. It makes me giddy to think of who might be randomly busy, or randomly forget to respond.
It makes me giddy to think of who might not do it, but silently cheer the whole thing on.
It makes me giddy.

words, words, words

In Uncategorized on January 13, 2011 at 23:16

Jack in the box
Chair, Table, Window
Woman and Ocean
Child’s play
Astronaut at work
The best tree ever
Bottles and Wishes
A ghostly visitor
Train voyage
Music
Parents
Old couple fight
Street scene
Gang of four
Judgment
Forgiveness
Body part
New technology
Bad day
Night time adventure
Up in the sky
Terrible garden
Relaxed shoe
Dime store hussy
The last dance
Bath
Little bird
Snow day

An intention to scatter words

In Uncategorized on January 12, 2011 at 01:23

This is my diaspora.

diaspora – noun

(4) any group migration or flight from a country or region; dispersion.

I am going to scatter words into the wild through the mail and ask artists for images.  I am going to scatter them and see what images come back to me.  I will then release these images back into the wild, pressed, like flowers, between the pages of my favorite books.  I will scatter them here and there, for you and for me.   I am going to hope that readers will be inspired to write more words.  And that these new words, in the form of tiny poems, stories or grand thoughts and philosophies, will come back home to me.    And when they do, I will share them here for you to see.

I am going to begin.   This is the beginning.  First, I must choose words.