Photo taken by me. From the exhibition “Mariana Castillo Deball: The Flames Leave a Feathered Mark on the Clay Spider in the Chamber of Ash and Clay.” Currently on display at the Arizona State University Art Museum.
Fun with words today. Inspired by the piece above.
Spin pot Spider dot Too shallow to hold a floral show.
Spin dot Spider pot Headless yet it knows.
Spin spindly spider The ceramic mold cannot hold you. The breakable hold cannot mold you.
Spin pot Spider dot Are you here for looks or?
Spin dot Spider pot Do you have a purpose forward?
Spin spindly spider You were brought here for our amusements. But you are so much more.
What’s something most people don’t know about you?
I started drinking coffee when I was in elementary school.
I’ve actually wanted to leave Phoenix several times but thus far it’s never quite worked out for me.
I took a fancy version of shop in high school and learned how to read a schematic and built some cool stuff like a light bulb that turns on automatically in the dark. I could also tell you the amount of ohms in a transistor based on the color of the bands at the end of the transistor. I have no clue how to do any of that now.
This weekend, I’m finishing up my final project for a post-grad certificate program I’ve been enrolled in since January of this year. I’m currently knee deep in executing Python code to create a model that will assign a database of IT support tickets into different categories. Fun stuff! So while I’m busy working in a Jupyter notebook, I thought to keep thing moving along on my blog, I’d share some work from another notebook.
Sophomore Yr English Poetry Notebookca. 1996
My sophomore year English instructor had us put together a notebook of our work over the fall and spring semesters. I didn’t have a computer at home at the time, so I remember working on this during my lunch break in the school’s computer lab. I don’t know why I chose a cursive font but whatever! She was nice enough to package our work in a spiral bound and laminated notebook, which I still have today.
I’ll share page 6 as it contains 1) a poem about summertime 2) a limerick and 3) a haiku.
It’s not award winning work, but hey I was 16 when I wrote these. The limerick still cracks me up- which tells me my humor has not changed much since I was in high school.
This Page 6 …not that other Page Six.
Seasons Poem
The hot blazing sun.
Its rays beam down to the Earth like a laser.
The days seem to last an eternity.
Patiently I wait for cool breezes.
As I step onto the sizzling sidewalk , I wonder
Will this hellish weather ever end?
Finally, I see a yellow leaf floating to the ground
As the wind travels through the cool night air.
Note: After reading this, the yellow leaf could be from a dead tree- you know- that died from the summer heat. The cool night air indicates the shift from summer to not summer but not yet fall. So, probably late August, early September.
Limerick
There once was a kid who had a dog.
One day the dog chased after a frog.
While running down the street.
A car the dog did meet.
And got squashed because of a dumb little frog.
Haiku
The clouds move swiftly
Fluffy and round, always moving
Stretched out in the sky
Fluffy clouds moving through the sky.
Have you recently come across any creative projects from years ago? Did it surprise you to revisit your work?