Originally written: June, 2008
Inspiration word: Pictophone
Inspired by: Clay Robeson
Random sentences inspiring even more random drawings, which lead to other sentences, or just the connection between word and image in the slideshow of our own brains? Which is more real? More creative?
The answer? Both. And neither. To see a picture and be inspired is magic whether you share the results or not. To find a poem in a photograph, a novel in a portrait, a scandalous love story in the naturally occurring vignette of two people in the park…this is what the creative spark provides.
Whether with verbal pointillism or a game of pictophone, we connect the dots.
Listen: Bathtub Mermaid: Pictophone
Transcript of yesterday’s entry for The Dog Days of Podcasting. Transcript may not match final recording.
Listen to the episode at The Bathtub Mermaid.
The first time I heard the word “polyurethane” I was nine years old, and begging my mother for new roller-skates – the kind that have the smooth wheels like the rental skates at the rink. It must have been around my birthday, or maybe Christmas.
Shortly afterward, I received a pair of roller-skates with white leather booties sporting blue stripes, and happy reddish-pinkish polyurethane wheels.
Every day after school, every Saturday after the usual cartoon hour (which I never watched), I would walk sideways down the three floors from our condo to the ground, holding onto the rail so I wouldn’t roll off the edge of a step. My daring friends and I would skate in the local park, racing down the steep hill and across the low bridge over the creek, and then up the gentle slope on the other side.
We never missed the sharp turn onto the bridge, or went careening off the unprotected edge, but sometimes we almost did.
Sometimes I think we secretly wanted to.
The most recent occurrence of the word “polyurethane” in my life was earlier today, when our hired contractors sanded our kitchen cabinets and painted them with a coating of the stuff.
I’m convinced the fumes have made me slightly high.
I’m also convinced nothing was as awesome as being nine years old, and roller-skating down a steep hill and across a bridge.
An excerpt from a letter to a friend’s daughter:
Fourth, fall in love. Fall in love hard. And often. Enjoy it, because love – real love – is messy and exciting and kinda scary. But don’t get married. At least, don’t get married until you’re over 25, have seen Europe, have lived on your own for at least a year, and have experienced at least one TRULY TRAGIC love affair.
You can hear the whole letter, and a wee bit more in today’s entry for the Dog Days of Podcasting.
Link: DDoP #16 – Unsolicited Advice.
So, I’ve moved my podcasting to a new domain: Bathtub Mermaid.
Today’s Dog Days of Podcasting entry is there. Click for direct link: DDoP #15 – Cedar Boxes.
I wrote a cafe vignette called “Steeping” yesterday, and recorded it for today’s entry into the Dog Days of Podcasting project.
Here’s an excerpt:
“I can’t believe you lingered here long enough to let espresso go cold, as busy as it is in here today,” Sarah ventured once they were alone again.
“I was working on a poem,” David confessed.
“I had no idea you were a poet. Are you published? Can I read your stuff?”
“I am, when I’m not wearing bike pants and delivering documents around town,” David answered, taking each of her questions in order. “I’ve published a couple pieces here and there,” he continued. “And as to reading it…the stuff I’m working on right now needs to steep a bit.”
“Just like tea,” David said.
You can listen to the whole piece at SoundCloud or click play in the applet below:
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Today’s almost-daily podcast offering is a very, very old vignette from the vaults, “Strawberry,” that was inspired by a father and daughter who used to come in to the cafe where I worked when I was 18 and 19 years old.
You can listen to it on SoundCloud or play it in the applet below:
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Today’s entry in the Dog Days of Podcasting is one of the pieces I posted on Medium.com: Little Miracles: Listening to the Hombre Jesus Woman.
You can listen to it at the SoundCloud website, or play it in the applet below:
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Tonight’s DDoP entry is under 2 minutes and speaks for itself.
Listen to it at SoundCloud or play it in the applet below:
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Tonight’s entry into the Dog Days of Podcasting project is another piece from the vaults (I plead continued migraine!), this time from the autumn of 2007.
Those folks who used to frequent CafeWriting may recognize the piece – it’s an unofficial prequel to the super-secret project I’m working on. Another cafe vignette.
Enjoy it at the SoundCloud website, or in the applet below.
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Today’s entry for DDoP is a reading of my first piece from Medium, “In The Starbucks Doorway”, which I originally posted there back in May.
You can listen to it at SoundCloud, or play it in the applet below.
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