DAY 8 (June 19th, 2018)
Where goes this road?
Writhing like a wounded serpent
To hell with the odyssey
I fall to my knees and from my
eyes fly iron-tipped spears
to slay the black mountain.
I cannot see past it.
A poem titled DARK LOOKS by Denise Levertov:
Strange: today the mountain
—circled by curly cherub clouds
beyond the glittering lake
and vague middle-distance—
looks dark, not snowy,
at odds with the benign
October light, a frowning
humorless old prophet,
sullen among the putti
Copied from the book This Great Unknowing, which you can buy here:
Daily Word Count: 125
Charlot’s face reddened, and Burt regretted saying it … although he was certain he had every right to say it.
The 100 Day Project is a creativity excavation. It’s about unearthing dormant or unrealized creativity by committing to a daily practice everyday for 100 days.
Creativity is a skill. The more we practice, the more skilled we become. Practice takes time. Practice takes commitment. Practice is a radical act in this speeded up world. Through practice, we develop a creative habit. Through habit, we reconnect with and know ourselves again as a creative being.
I started this, my third, 100 Day Project on June 12th, 2018. My project is to write at least one first-draft stanza inspired by a poem, a quote, an idea, a painting—anything, really (or nothing at all) and to write at least one hundred shitty first-draft words of my novel. I’ll post the results here.