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B – Poem – Untitled #1

Untitled

I dream

for a moment

and my skin slides off

my muscles as they drop

away from my bones

as they loosen my joints

as my mind exceeds

my body and I

disappear through the thick

of my thoughts that trail

after a memory that covers

the land that stretches out

over and back

into my body

and I feel that tiny burst

of relief as time lets go

and I fall free

and unfinished to tangle

with leaves in the tree.

B – Poem – Embodiment

Embodiment

I am house I am host I am post I am sign

I am line I am rhythm I am traffic I am breath

I am wind I am window I am viewer I am viewed

I am moved I am turning I am turning I am turned

I am stopped I am walking I am waiting I am told

I am passed I am past I am lost I am found

I am familiar I am different I am separate I am connected

I am tree I am grass I am glass I am fence

I am entered I am entrance I am open

I am closed I am bridge I am water I am fountain

I am puddle I am gutter I am drain I am rain

I am public I am private I am shadow I am forgotten

I am distraction I am built I am ruin I am stone

I am alone. 

B – Reverie #4 Week 8

Marisa Malone

Bachelardian Reverie #4

Winter qt. wk.8

Word Count: 100
If there are ‘gorges’ (French = ‘throats’) in the mountains, isn’t it because the wind, long ago, spoke there?” In Bachelard’s understanding of poetry, a “light delirium makes the dreamer of cosmic reverie pass from a human vocabulary to a vocabulary of things.” He admires poetry in which “human and cosmic tonalities reinforce each other.”

Use this prompt to evoke through a poetic image a light delirium in which your nerves run along the “fibers” of your field study.

How the object we dream helps us forget time and be at peace with ourselves!” -Bachelard (163)

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My reveries run through me, wild with my spiral thoughts. My body is a constraint to dream through to make with to work from. My reveries trace the edges never the whole until I dream again and slip into that space where time lets go and my thoughts fall free like the words falling free on the page only there is never freedom in the page only tiny bursts of relief from my thoughts as they lock with an others. My reveries move through me with the gusts of traffic, pushing from my skin unfinished thoughts that tangle like leaves in the tree.

B – Week 7 Logs

Monday February 18th

2.5 hours – working on seminar pass poem.

.5 hours – walking by the water and through the city.

.5 hours – journaling about how to find my body by removing the space around it, vagina monologs, echos of centuries of repression and oppression. (notes for poems)

2 hours – reading.

.5 hours – looking up names, books and definitions from my not-knowing-notebook.

1 hour – compulsively tweaking a poem, finishing up and posting my seminar pass.

Tuesday February 19th

1 hour – journaling about ghosts in the land, buildings covering up history, military torture techniques, and the loss or rediscover of self, empowerment, and being through the reclaiming of language.

1 hour – reading and responding to seminar passes.

2 hours – studio time (free writing).

2.5 hours – derive – wondering through different parts of town, free writing.

1 hour – reading.

Wednesday February 20th

1.5 hour – journaling about running into cliches and generalizations, developing awareness to understand my body in relation (or contrast) to its environment, making a to do list.

4 hours – reading interspersed with discussions and free writes on memories and reveries evoked from the former.

1.5 hours – writing and posting Bachelardian reveries.

1 hour – transcribing field study journal entries.

.5 hour – beginning term paper draft.

Thursday February 21st

.5 hours – journaling about where I see an other form of myself in nature within urban space.

4 hours – reading.

.5 hours – transcribing field study journal entries.

.5 hours – compiling field study poetry into one place.

.5 hours – reciting and editing poems.

2 hours – helped sort type at Sherwood Press.

Friday February 22nd

.5 hours – journaling about movement captured in a room and imagining the rain on my skin.

1 hour – transcribing journal entries.

2 hours – journaling and thinking about the line between helpful and harmful analyzation and questions of mybody. Creating an outline for term paper.

.5 hours – reading.

Saturday February 23rd

2 hours – writing field study paper draft.

Sunday February 24th

1 hours – journaling about stress, free write on the smell of violates in the wind.

1 hour – hepling facilitate a letterpress profficiency.

3.5 hours – working on field study paper draft.

.5 hours – researching poets from perloff (Charles Bernstien & George Oppen)

1.5 hours – reading.

Totals:

This week: 44.5 hours

Cumulative total: 134 hours

 Reading List:

Beyond The Body Proper, Reading The Anthropology of Material Life. – Margaret Lock and Judith Farquhar.

The Poetics of Reverie – Bachelard.

The Body Project: An Intimate History of American Girls. – Joan Jacobs Brumberg.

Poetry A Pocket Anthology.

Reading In The Brain. – Stanislas Dehaene.

B – Reverie #3 Week 7

Word Count:168

 “Then there lives within us not a memory of history but a memory of the cosmos. Times when nothing happened come back.” (Bachelard, 119)

“The pure memory has no date. It has a season.” (Bachelard, 116)

 “a whole vanished universe is preserved by an odor.” (Bachelard)

 *The poems correspond in order of the three quotes.

1)

the eruptions

of reverie,

the micro-pulsations,

cause our skin

to dream

of a time

when nothing

happened.

2)

I slip between a time of now and when

the days light lasted long into the night,

and the sun broke apart and scattered

across the sky and everything was possible

and nothing was done in the thick heat

of my body sticky with pollen and petals,

and the tangy earth-like sweetness of my

humid skin stretched over lazy summer

bones.

 3)

This house is old. I smell its old age in the cobwebbed history of its bones (old books, sun bleached photos, antique furniture, dusty wood, empty dresser drawers, lavender, loose wall paper). It holds a heat that warms the deepest part of me, a part of that pulsing piece thats hidden between my spine and rib cage. The cotton bub breeze carries traces of river and moves through lace curtains and through my mind, kicking up forgotten feelings, suspending me in this moment of pure memory. 

B – Poem – Untitled #4

Untitled

I lie fractions apart from imagined beings and tangible bodies

His head and shoulders curl

into my lap.

Like a child

he finds comfort in the deep,

old warmth of womb.

My fingers work through

his silk hair, swallow the nape

of his neck and get lost

in the space between

spine and skull.

They push,

rub, a pressure

spelling out unspoken language,

to touch and be touched.

I hold him with acute awareness

of the space that fills around me,

the tangle of knees,

the knots of the spine,

curve of the back.

My hands read the history

bubbling from his skin,

the paragraphs written in the flexing

of thighs and pushing of palms.

My body is written in his story.

B – Week 6 Logs

Week 6 logs:

 Monday February 11th

2 hours – Derive. Took descriptive notes and journaled about my surroundings, and what I was attracted to and why (notes for a poem!)

2 hours – yoga and peer-editing.

2 hours – working on anthology.

1.5 hours – working on seminar pass.

.5 hours – revising and posting poem.

1.5 hours – watching I Believe In Atlanta. A documentary done by a friend about the untold history of the city and its effect on her.

 Tuesday February 12th

4 hours – studio time (printing).

1.5 hours – reading/commenting on seminar passes. virtual seminar.

3 hours – reading.

.5 hours – working on anthology.

.5 hours – journaling about gender, when, where and how I switch gender “rolls”, becomeing more feminine or more masculine and the effects they have.

Wednesday February 13th

1.5 hours – reading

.5 hour – journaling on Reverie.

2 hours – Kallari Chocolate lecture and tasting.

1 hour – working on anthology.

1 hour – crafting journal entries and notes into poems.

1 hour – writing Bachelardian reverie.

 Thursday February 14th

5.5 hours – studio time (printing!)

.5 hours – journaling about my time spent in the studio, the relationship between body and machine, the anima and animus of letterpress.

.5 hours – reading.

 Friday February 15th

1 hour – journaling about confusion, negative emotions and obstacles.

.5 hour – scoping moodle/e-alphabet, clarifying anthology logistics.

1 hour – reading.

 Saturday February 16th

1 hour – reading.

 Sunday February 17th

2 hours – reading.

1.5 hour – journaling about the relationship of letters to body to thoughts to place/environment to traveling and ideas for term paper.

1.5 hours – starting seminar pass and researching poet from Perloff.

2.5 hours – vagina monologs!!

Totals:

This week: 43.5 hours

Cumulative total: 75 hours

 Reading List:

The Poetics of Reverie – Bachelard.

Beyond The Body Proper, Reading The Anthropology of Material Life. – Margaret Lock and Judith Farquhar.

The Laugh Of Medusa – Hellen Cixous.

Reading In The Brain. – Stanislas Dehaene. 

The Book As A Container Of Consciousness – Author unknown. 

B – Reverie #2 Week. 6

Reverie on Reveries on Reverie:

There are reveries where I am less than myself. Then the shadow is a rich being.” – (Bachelard, 80)

I’ve always known that I contain multiples. I’ve felt the sides of my sides and seen their shadows. Shadows that stretch their way over a city sidewalk, contorting to read the misshapen text of the ground, and curve against the corners. They reveal the shape of my body, the shape of my state of mind as I am forced to move along the contours of buildings, stepping off and on to curbs, yielding to the traffic of machines and other bodies and puddles of rainwater gathered at the corner of the street I walk every day, shining with the slick mix of oil reflecting a self idealized.