For day 3, we were tasked to write 100 different words using the "Personal Universal Deck" method by Michael McClure. I found the whole exercise thought provoking. There were words that I love and use everyday and others that took more time to come, but each one was rewarding. After I wrote all 100 words on small slips of paper, I put them in a hat and drew out 8 words. The ones I chose are highlighted below:
In Harmony
Camping in the gulch, I look up and shuffle my hands to my sternum
and beat them against my chest, rhythmic, in time to my heart beat, in time to
my gait. I swim through the music as if it were a river, rapids and roar. I can
hear whitewater drowning my ears in sound just as the echoes in slot canyons
have their own voices, their own stories, bodies of melody, each one with a
mouth, a nose, and eyes. Sometimes moving forward feels like moving through mud
and mush, but music comes through like the silhouettes of hoodoos and arches. They
hum in the night, outlined in starlight, the milky way like whip cream and silence.
It slides away into every horizon and the moon quiets its glow, its soft vibration
like the sound of an ending chord of a song extending out its hand to the dawn.
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