Today we were to light a candle, remove people and pets, make a list of 100 words, divide them into pairs, write them on 50 cards a pair per card, and use a few to write a poem. A proper grand slam.
Prompt 3: “I’d like to challenge you to make a ‘Personal Universal Deck,’ and then to write a poem using it. The idea of the ‘Personal Universal Deck’ originated with the poet and playwright Michael McClure, who gave the project of creating such decks to his students in a 1976 lecture at Naropa University. Basically, you will need 50 index cards or small pieces of paper, and on them, you will write 100 words (one on the front and one on the back of each card/paper) using the rules found here.”
First, it might be that it was not meant to be shared but here is my deck, for the analysts. I’m curious about everybody else’s.
There is a word missing in the Touch section. The screen was too big and it was cut out like this: Slam!
This was the computer-generated divination of the words I was supposed to use in my poem:
And now, the poem.
Life in 100 words Tsk tsk tsk, so lazy. The best part of my morning was seeing that for making my card deck there was also the online option. Next, I ignored the part about the candlelight and no pet for company. I carefully selected my words, paired them up and made the virtual cards, but then the divination made a mess of them, shuffled up all the words again, and I was left with pairs selected by the computer. So much for the free will. I stare at the screen angrily as if it weren’t I who is to blame. I mean, who would put vinegar together with laughter but a computer? How about book + card? I’d never be so see-through and pair these two. I wipe a wave of sweat, remove kale from my pants (sand! I mean sand!), and take a deep breath. No, despite it all I will not start over and cut out my cards in the flesh, nor sit petless hugging my words, remembering all the moments that added these words to my deck, all the times that I wrote in candlelight in my green room, petless, pimply, plumpy, brand new, dreaming of all the future that was about to become the past, and probably of Nutella.
Now I see that my two favourite words, appreciate (which is sneaked into Sights) and apologise (which is infiltrated into Sounds) never got a mention. Ah well, next time.
And finally, if you’re curious about Eddie among my words, he is singing in the band I love and saw live about ten times. (Whereas Jeanette is Ms. Winterson.)
The show from Hyde Park in 2010, where my friend Darja took this photo, was broadcast live last night for free, just as Luka with his band of b-ball thieves was thrashing the Knicks. I had on the sound of the first and the visual of the second. Talking about perfect night out.
He was already singing It’s a world wide suicide back then.