A Literary Collage

Everyone knows what collage is as an art form - a whole made of pieces that once belonged to other wholes. In other words, pieces that don't necessary belong are gathered on one page and made into a particular entity. Or, a particular entity arises from the bits&scraps.

A literary collage can be more than one thing. 

If you are in a group, let everyone write some sentence on a scrap of paper. Then, put the scraps randomly one under, over or next to each other, face down, and turn them to read the text. Allow room for small adjustments of forms, e.g. tenses or pronouns.

Or, choose a topic and write a few short pieces about and around it. They may differ in character, tone, and length. Then, put them together in one text. You can number the parts.

For a famous example, see Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45236/thirteen-ways-of-looking-at-a-blackbird

Choose whether you'd rather go for poetry or prose.

Bothies

Lately, we've done an exam task based on the text about bothies. 

You're not sure what they are? Have a closer look at the pic above and/or visit the website 

www.mountainbothies.org.uk

The creative writing task, emerging naturally in these circumstances, is to write a text incorporating bothies.

You can choose btwn a story, a blog entry or an article. Feel free to do some research.

As always, I encourage you to share the piece of writing with me.

Pantoum continued

First, see the previous entry. Then you can read what I've done with my lines.

I'm so curious about your outcomes of this creative task. If you like, read it aloud to yourself or to someone else who may appreciate it. I'll be more than happy to be your reader.

The Blue Mug, the eight lines

1. I was in Findhorn when our paths crossed
2. I keep it in the cupboard, at the back
3. People say nothing about it
4. Because they don't know it's sitting there / about its existence
5. It is a wide blue ceramic mug
6. Sometimes a guest finds it in my house
7. I reached for it when I saw it on a stand
8. I bought it on a day when I was very sad

The Blue Mug, a Pantoum

I was in Findhorn when our paths crossed
I keep it in the cupboard, at the back
People say nothing about it
Because they don't know it is sitting there

I keep it in the cupboard, at the back
It is a wide blue ceramic mug
Nobody knows it is sitting there
Sometimes a guest finds it in my house

It's a wide blue ceramic mug
I reached for it when I saw it on a stand
Sometimes a guest finds it in my house
I bought it on a day when I was very sad

When I reached for it, I saw the potter at the stand

 People said nothing about that

I bought the blue mug when I was very sad

It was in Findhorn where our paths crossed