Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
10.12.14
8.11.14
31.10.14
"Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working"
20.10.14
13.10.14
Opinions: "Do Schools Kill Creativity?"
Dear students,
this is the video we have watched today in class (group B is going to watch it on Wednesday). Open your ears, and think about the way you normally give your opinion to others.
this is the video we have watched today in class (group B is going to watch it on Wednesday). Open your ears, and think about the way you normally give your opinion to others.
6.10.14
A Poem to Start the Week
Gee, You're so Beautiful It's Starting to Rain
by Richard Brautigan
Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
lives like music in the skin
and sounds like a sunshine harpsichord.
I want high school report cards
to look like this:
Playing with Gentle Glass Things
A
Computer Magic
A
Writing Letters to Those You Love
A
Finding out about Fish
A
Marcia’s Long Blonde Beauty
A+!
from The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster, 1968
Houghton Mifflin Company, New York, NY
Houghton Mifflin Company, New York, NY
Labels:
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Richard Brautigan,
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30.9.14
Making Lists: Hand in Hand with Raymond Carver
Making lists is a way of getting over the blank page that sometimes, when used cleverly, can result in wonderful texts. Yesterday we performed a collective experiment in class. Today, when exploring your blogs, I discovered some hidden treasures derived from that experiment. Now it is "my turn". I have written a poem that includes some of the lines you spoke in class. I hope you like it. Otherwise, I invite you to write a different text.
P.S: If you feel like reading Raymond Carver's poem again, click here.
Fear of the dark,
which is fear of going blind.
Fear of failure to achieve my dreams,
and fear of disappointing those I love.
Fear of not being loved back.
Fear of destruction.
Fear of heights and spiders,
fear of viruses
and death.
Fear of murderers,
fear of people around.
Fear of being alone,
-or rather, fear of being left
alone.
Fear of the time passing too fast.
Fear of losing my memory.
Fear of missing your call.
Fear of suffering.
Fear of fears.
Fear of making lists.
That is to say:
fear of wasting my time.
P.S: If you feel like reading Raymond Carver's poem again, click here.
Labels:
experiment,
Fear of,
inspiration,
making lists,
poems,
Raymond Carver,
writing poems
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