Monday Pop Quiz
I'm wiped out. Anyone who knows me knows why (and a few astute virtual friends too).
So what does any good teacher do when he or she has nothing to offer?
Pop Quiz!
Readers, all six of you, please comment in any and as many words as you wish:
The meaning of routine in your lives. You may choose an expository or compare/contrast approach.
Try to use at least three of the following words in your reply. Feel free to use the dictionary.
palimpsest
weight
flicker
stay (any form, verb or noun)
embrace
rubber
blue
Have fun. And if you can't have fun, just put up with it.
categories: amusement miscellany words
posted by lisa schamess @ 08:50
10 Comments:
When the dregs of routine weigh heavy on my life, I grab a weighty palimpsest and attempt to embrace the flicker of blue rubber in my mind. And get it to stay put.
Disclaimer: I did have to look up palimpsest.
Unlike your other five readers I am not a writer. At all. So, though I did have fun, as instructed, now YOU have to put up with THIS.
Yours,
Jane "Youaskedforit" Thompson
Blue, as it turns out, is the primary complement to the tertiary orange-yellow that has become my routine and which I could easily and forever pick out from a lineup of citron flavored paint chips anytime, anywhere, don't think for a minute I couldn't, as it has been burned onto my retina. It is that solar.
The walls onto which I brush, roll and daub the sunny pigment are a palimpsest of poor handiwork and even poorer taste. My contribution is one of careful craftsmanship.
The taste is, of course, my own.
This process of ripping, stripping, discovery!(never good here), patching, sanding, priming, texturing and painting is my diary this month - the record of a useful existence.
It is the routine I have embraced so as to stay the imposition of externally imposed routine in the form of a new job. Well, that and, you know, somebody's got to do it.
If I knew what that new work should be, I would welcome the weight of that routine.
Routine can be freeing.
Especially the externally imposed kind.
The kind that has a clock.
"Oh, sorry, gotta go. Gotta go to work. Gotta go to work, now."
Of course, they have their jobs too.
I see I have missed a gap between wood and glass, a gap for air and maybe barflies. A gap I will fill with another gob of rubbery polymer.
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When the term palimpsest was used in an archaeological context, your brother used to roll his eyes. "What are they thinking!" he would exclaim. He would then settle back down into his chair and the weight of work would return but the thought would flicker back to the mind and he would fill a page with words writing down anything he could think of then turn the page and write over the top of what he just wrote and then state " this is a palimpset...what were they thinking!".
Well done! A 50 percent response, not bad. The modest toethumbs wins the Intensely Tangible Creative Writing Award. Shawn Lea wins the William Faulkner Prize for Being a Witty Person from Faulkner Country, and Ohishellie wins the Unabashed Love and Sentimentality Award. All of you have A+'s.
Hey--- what happened here? I missed out. I check in regularly and all of a sudden there are new posts plentiful.
And a word callenge… NEVER will I let a word challenge pass me by – I fact – just yesterday I made one of my own – and a few days earlier Helena had one that I had to part-take in.
So forgive me for coming by so late. And by the way I already knew the word palimpsest. By golly, I even used the term in my literary analysis paper at uni. (Fortunately for YOU, that piece of work is NOT transalted into English.)
Here's my go at it:
"Feeling the weight of he old manuscript, she carefully studied the palimpsest in the flicker of a candle light. She couldn’t stay away from it. She had left the embrace of her sweet love, to go searching for this long lost secret. But she still carried the blue, heart shaped rubber she had found on his drawing desk."
Well, I sure would like to know what happens next… but I have no more words to use…
(As you can see, I haven't a clue as to where the commas go. I just hand them out slightly at random. Hope you still get the meaning!)
Ooopsie, I guess I forgot about the routine-bit of the challenge... Anyway. let's say that it comes along in the analysis of the brief text.
Ahem: "The mentioned text shows a woman (me?) who broke away from the tediousness of her routine life at the research centre(not quite), by going on a daring quest to uncover anchient secrets hidden in the palimpsest on an old scroll of paper(I wish!). This is an allegory that embraces the mythical flicker of adventurous tales."
I know it is a sad attempt to salvage maybe a C
“Mommy, why does my mosquito lamp flicker and yours doesn’t?” Her blue eyes asked with the weight of the world.
It was right then I realized why I had been waking up daily for months with itch-infested skin.
I embraced her and from that point on crossed off scratching myself till I scabbed from my daily summer routine.
It's been quite a while since I've gotten an A+. Thank you! ;)
And I love how this Blogger screen tells me to "Choose an Identity" before I post. I get to choose. And I got an A+. Life is great.
Yeah. I'm an easy teacher in that way. I heap on the work, give you an A+ for showing up, and leave the personal growth where it belongs: on your turf.
Thanks for growing here a while!
What identity do you want? It's all in keeping with my pedagogy.
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