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Woah.
Something wacky happened to me in my theoretical creative writing class today.
And when I explain it it is going to sound totally bizzare and weird.
And it WAS bizzare and weird but at the same time oddly significant.
So...I don't even know what started this....we were talking about the poetry we had read and he kept talking about how we needed to stop trying to find meaning and just "react" to it....and then all of the sudden he goes, "You know what? Everyone get out a piece of paper"
Which freaked me out at first because thats what my teachers in high school always used to say when we had pop essays...
But then he told us we were going to do a freewrite and our topic was to be Glory.
and we began writing and he kept saying "just write...if you can't think of anything just write anything anything anything" and we wrote and he urged us on and we kept writing and then he would change it saying "don't use any verbs" and then "write verbs: i want to blank glory" and then "you are in glory tell me where you are" and we just kept writing and it was like I lost myself...i went into myself and I couldn't stop. It was this feeling of spilling out and i couldn't stop spilling and i didn't want to either.
Then he told us that he was going to stop us in a minute but we weren't done yet. When he stopped us he told us "Okay now you are going to read over what you just wrote and when you come to something that suprises you, you are going to say it out loud. Okay, guys GO"
Silence.
"Come on guys" he said feeling the adrenaline we were feeling, "Do this. even if you have to whisper it just GET IT OUT THERE! DO IT!"
and someone says the words "Yellow and open" and the freakin room exploded.
We were all speaking and yelling and bringing our words out among each other--a couple of us, myself included, were brought to tears and the tension kept building and we kept talking. and it wasn't until someone said the words "George fuckin' Washington" that we broke and we laughed and then lapsed into silence.
"Woah." says my professor.
Woah. we all thought.
He then talked about how that place we were is where we need to write from...we have to feel what we are writing before we can do it.
"You have to quit thinking," he says. "and then just feel it"
It was like something awoke in me. I don't know what but i think its going to be easier now.
I'm not sure but i feel like I can really do it now.
And all of us in that class that I have seen today, we treat each other like we are close friends now....like we know something about each other that no one else does. because quite frankly we do.
I know this sounds wacky and bizzare and it is. But it is also something wonderful too.
Something wacky happened to me in my theoretical creative writing class today.
And when I explain it it is going to sound totally bizzare and weird.
And it WAS bizzare and weird but at the same time oddly significant.
So...I don't even know what started this....we were talking about the poetry we had read and he kept talking about how we needed to stop trying to find meaning and just "react" to it....and then all of the sudden he goes, "You know what? Everyone get out a piece of paper"
Which freaked me out at first because thats what my teachers in high school always used to say when we had pop essays...
But then he told us we were going to do a freewrite and our topic was to be Glory.
and we began writing and he kept saying "just write...if you can't think of anything just write anything anything anything" and we wrote and he urged us on and we kept writing and then he would change it saying "don't use any verbs" and then "write verbs: i want to blank glory" and then "you are in glory tell me where you are" and we just kept writing and it was like I lost myself...i went into myself and I couldn't stop. It was this feeling of spilling out and i couldn't stop spilling and i didn't want to either.
Then he told us that he was going to stop us in a minute but we weren't done yet. When he stopped us he told us "Okay now you are going to read over what you just wrote and when you come to something that suprises you, you are going to say it out loud. Okay, guys GO"
Silence.
"Come on guys" he said feeling the adrenaline we were feeling, "Do this. even if you have to whisper it just GET IT OUT THERE! DO IT!"
and someone says the words "Yellow and open" and the freakin room exploded.
We were all speaking and yelling and bringing our words out among each other--a couple of us, myself included, were brought to tears and the tension kept building and we kept talking. and it wasn't until someone said the words "George fuckin' Washington" that we broke and we laughed and then lapsed into silence.
"Woah." says my professor.
Woah. we all thought.
He then talked about how that place we were is where we need to write from...we have to feel what we are writing before we can do it.
"You have to quit thinking," he says. "and then just feel it"
It was like something awoke in me. I don't know what but i think its going to be easier now.
I'm not sure but i feel like I can really do it now.
And all of us in that class that I have seen today, we treat each other like we are close friends now....like we know something about each other that no one else does. because quite frankly we do.
I know this sounds wacky and bizzare and it is. But it is also something wonderful too.