I’d Give Anything ( To Fit In )

RDP Thursday: Palisade

Gertrude Abercrombie

 

I wanted to fit in-

so I taught my mouth to smile on command

I taught my eyes to always look down and I kept my voice

low and flat when I socialized at work or on the train.

 

I wanted to fit in

I didn’t want to look defensive and unapproachable

so I stopped wearing dark makeup

and I stopped talking about things like

what it was like to work in a funeral home

and I dressed my dog up like a butterfly for Halloween

instead of a shark.

 

I hacked and I pruned away at myself

so that I would fit until there was nothing left of me at all.

Now I fit in

and I can tell that

everyone else is much, much happier.

Let’s Take A Look

First of all, I don’t have the answers. 

But I’m posting this because the obvious and one true error was, THERE IS ONLY ONE DOG- really people, REALLY?

On The Menu

 

 

Before I sit down to write I listen to music.

Most of the time I listen to Mozart or Handel or Greig  but in the mix I have a few rock songs.

When I was writing for Halloween these three got  a lot of play, looking back on it I find my choices interesting and curious:

Curious because this is what I listen to when I’m actually writing:

 

Creatively Yours

I liked to play this game where I queue up some paintings on my laptop or phone and decide what song goes the best with them. It’s a spin on an visualization exercise that my creative writing teacher taught us when I was in high school.

Recently I’ve been storing paintings on my Facebook photo albums and playing this game…  because, well just because.

I know, ‘just because’ is not a real answer and I’m a writer so I should be able to express this better.

So I will.

I’m looking at a lot of art at the moment because I miss going to art museums and because I work in Pioneer Square in Seattle, Washington which has been literally turned into a toilet by the homeless population.

On some days, well on a lot of the days I have to clean up used needles, soiled bedding, makeshift tents and human waste from the area around my loading dock. Looking at art moves those images out of my head and replaces it with something brighter, cleaner, lovelier.

Adding music to the images is a challenge because they have to fit and work together so that you can tell a story. It also gives me a chance to forget the less then sparkling conversations that race through my head  that I have with myself when I open the dumpster and the smell of the homeless people’s leavings sort of explodes up into the air.

SO.

Here are two paintings about hope and love and I’ve chosen a song about these things going sideways but the thing is, the hope is still there in both the song and the images.

I hope you enjoy my little game- give it a try and see where it takes you!

amm

Franz Von Stuck ” Spring Dance “

Franz Von Stuck
” Sounds of Spring “