1. hair in food
2. when somebody spits mucus inside buildings (once I found it on the steps in University Hall)
3. when the dog throws up
4. when somebody spills a whole dairy drink inside the elevator or smears boogers on the doors of the elevator (yes, I saw this in East Hall. Recently.)
5. when somebody talks on the phone when they're using the bathroom (sometimes I hear them doing this in public bathrooms). when somebody doesn't wash their hands after using the bathroom.
6. when somebody doesn't flush the toilet
7. food fights
8. anything with Crisco shortening in it
9. the sound our dog (Buddha) makes when he licks himself
10. storebought bread with all the preservatives in it (like Wonder Bread, etc.). Also those storebought English muffins which never go bad because they are full of preservatives.
11. When leftovers go bad in the refrigerator.
12. Using spit to clean things
I'm a University Lecturer in English and the author of a novel, The Secret of Hurricanes (MacAdam/Cage 2002). My life is summed up by Rumi, who said: "My story gets told in various ways: a romance, a dirty joke, a war, a vacancy." Rumi's quote is the epigraph to Hurricanes. The purpose of this journal is to explore creativity and the writing life.
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Pillow Book 1: Things to Look Forward to
Here's a good one for everybody who loves lists. I've wanted to do a Pillow Book for some time. Sei Shonagon's Pillow Book is described as "a collection of lists, gossip, poetry, observations, complaints and anyting else she found of interest during her years in court." I have a copy of Shonagon's book floating around my house somewhere. I need to find it. I remember what I liked most were her lists. Another name for this kind of book is a Zuihitsu. I've ordered a Zuihitsu called Hōjōki.
I like lists (particularly poetic lists) but find them a little difficult to do, so I think it will be a good excercize for me. I want to generate at least five things each time. I can also go back and add things as I think of them. My first topic:
THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO
1. Allen in the truck, waiting to take me home from work
2. The first snow
3. Settling into a hot bath
4. Toads' songs, spring
5. Return of buzzards to Ohio, spring
6. Pączki
Here's a partial list from Shonagon's book that I found online. I especially like the last one.
[From a list of "things that give you pleasure":]
I like lists (particularly poetic lists) but find them a little difficult to do, so I think it will be a good excercize for me. I want to generate at least five things each time. I can also go back and add things as I think of them. My first topic:
THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO
1. Allen in the truck, waiting to take me home from work
2. The first snow
3. Settling into a hot bath
4. Toads' songs, spring
5. Return of buzzards to Ohio, spring
6. Pączki
Here's a partial list from Shonagon's book that I found online. I especially like the last one.
[From a list of "things that give you pleasure":]
- You've read the first volume of a tale you hadn't come across before, and are longing to go on with it --- then you find the other volume. The rest of it can sometimes turn out to be disappointing, however....
- It's also wonderfully pleasing when you're in a large company of people in the presence of someone great, and she's talking, either about something in the past or on a matter she's only just heard about, some topic of the moment, and as she speaks, it's you she singles out to look at.....
- When a poem that you've composed for some event, or in a exchange of poems, is talked of by everyone and noted down when they hear it. This hasn't happened to me personally, but I can imagine how it would feel....
- When someone you don't like meets with some misfortune, you're pleased even though you know this is wicked of you.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Strange Hotel
This post is part of an ongoing effort to make sense of my dreams:
I was in a strange city, staying in a beautiful hotel. My room was beautiful, but suddenly I had two roommates. They were young women, and talkative. I left the room to get some peace. I went outside. My husband and youngest son, Brian were there. Brian was about twelve. We all decided to go for a walk to a playground. The playground was down a long gravel road. We stopped short because we saw a baby crocodile walking up the road. There was another animal in the bushes, very large. In the dream we called it a badger, but I don't know what it was. To the right were homes, and I heard a mother calling a young child. I thought, what a dangerous place for children.
The part that I left out: When I first entered the room, there was a beautiful young African-American woman on my bed. She was masturbating. I shouldn't have left this part out, because I think it says something about vitality. I was talking about vitality in one of my classes that day. And, symbolically, sex is vitality.
Also, I had shown The Power of Myth to my Imaginative Writing class. Afterwards, my friend Sally and I had talked about mothering by example, showing children how to be compassionate in a world that is sometimes dangerous and cruel. Sally and I had also talked about vitality. About participating fully in the world, as Joseph Campbell discusses in Power of Myth.
I was in a strange city, staying in a beautiful hotel. My room was beautiful, but suddenly I had two roommates. They were young women, and talkative. I left the room to get some peace. I went outside. My husband and youngest son, Brian were there. Brian was about twelve. We all decided to go for a walk to a playground. The playground was down a long gravel road. We stopped short because we saw a baby crocodile walking up the road. There was another animal in the bushes, very large. In the dream we called it a badger, but I don't know what it was. To the right were homes, and I heard a mother calling a young child. I thought, what a dangerous place for children.
The part that I left out: When I first entered the room, there was a beautiful young African-American woman on my bed. She was masturbating. I shouldn't have left this part out, because I think it says something about vitality. I was talking about vitality in one of my classes that day. And, symbolically, sex is vitality.
Also, I had shown The Power of Myth to my Imaginative Writing class. Afterwards, my friend Sally and I had talked about mothering by example, showing children how to be compassionate in a world that is sometimes dangerous and cruel. Sally and I had also talked about vitality. About participating fully in the world, as Joseph Campbell discusses in Power of Myth.