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For this Sunday Funnies assignment, I took a page from Daniel Quinn’s Ishmael, and created a poem.

Here it is:

Desperation driving him,

his enemies are in pursuit.

Forever one step behind his prey and one step ahead of his enemies.

Trapped, going nowhere

a struggle to stay alive

scrabbling endlessly and desperately

In his wonderfully horrific vision

 

For this Sunday Funnies assignment, I created a visual poem using a page from Rick Bass’ Cats and Students, Bubbles and Abysses.

My poem:

I found everything good , bad, or indifferent.

I was pleased.

I had friends.

But I don’t tell them that I’m thinking about leaving.

They all think they know what I am going through.

I know lots of people who are leaving.

The reason is because the world, very loudly, curses.

 

 

 

In my Sunday Funny 7 assignment I created a poem from a page in How She Knows What She Knows about Yo-Yos
by Mary Ann Taylor-Hall.
The Poem Reads:

A hole,
a closed subject.
The light came,
the sun touched.
Thick shadow caught
the light,
a dream come true.
Dark,
heavy,
everything blowing away.
Nothing around.

I think this is one of the most relaxing Sunday Funnies yet. Scribbling seems to be therapeutic, somwhow. This little piece took me over an hour. My concept behind it was what’s beneath the “surface,” both in the sense of under the ground (the corners are different layers of soil) and the layers of people you don’t get to know, because they’re hidden away. Those hidden layers I chose to draw like roots or veins of all different colors. I liked it so much I’m actually pinning it up on my wall here in my dorm. This might not make much sense but I really enjoyed creating!

“Did I end” I said witlessly. I thought for a while and said “It didn’t end. It just begun.”

Here is the original Sunday Funnies #7 Assignment.

My poem is taken from a page of the book, Ishmael by Daniel Quinn:

 

just the way I remembered it.

an earnest desire

An earnest desire to save the world!

An earnest desire to save the world

for the rare privilege of sitting

a big hug

 

You will wonder:

It’s a fair questions. I fact, it’s a question I was asking myself.

That’s right.

 

Stupid, no?

mentally dumb

just old enough to understand

It’s true.

When I opened my eyes,

the sky was a brighter blue

I expected to hear laughter.

 

 

 

This is my “Visual Poem”:

Love at first sight:

“You smiled,

I went motionless and blue,

We spoke very little,

We knew the very moment,

quick tension,

this was our one chance,

that lasts for life”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

View this week’s assignment here!

Revised poem:

Trying to reach the wish;

Luck was gone;

Slowly

no;

It seemed unfair,

given up too much,

breaking into a mess,

everything seemed wrong;

No encouragement;

Too late.

 

For this week’s Sunday Funnies, I decided to ‘make’ a poetry out of a page from an old novel called Ishmael by Daniel Quinn.

Assignment Link

For this Sunday’s funny assignment, I used a page from Daniel Quinn’s Ishmael and created my own poem.

“The leader had been a different person.

Fancy white collar, imaginary sweetheart, married.

He’d cheated on her and he wouldn’t leave.

Empty, she made herself stiff.

This time it hadn’t been funny.

Poor, Rosa.”

 

 

Click here to view this week’s assignment!

My revised poem:

Trying to reach the wish;                                                                                                    Luck was gone;                                                                                                                     Slowly;                                                                                                                                         No;                                                                                                                                                 It seemed unfair,                                                                                                               given up too much,                                                                                                                breaking into a mess,                                                                                                          everything seemed wrong                                                                                                no encouragement;                                                                                                              Too late.