Lonesome Writing

             After reading the "Claim Your Writing" packet, I must say I enjoyed the writers description of what writing is and how to do it better. I really like the opening and how it describes loneliness, especially the part comparing it to a cold shower and never getting used to it.The similes are all perfect examples although some go into greater detail and lose me in the process yet the overall comparison is still there.
           
            The second piece was another one that I really liked. I enjoy writing but never seem to be able to place myself in another's shoes. The tip of dressing as you normally wouldn't was both humorous to me as well as a great bit of advice.  Although I don't believe that I'll be wearing curlers to a coffee shop anytime soon.
           
            The short "I Don't Want to Die" was very personal to me. Not the spiritual part so much as the tips for artists. As an amature painter and long time musician, I know exactly what the writer is describing when talking about how artists see a masterpiece and immediately want to make their own. And I must say she is correct saying that artists tend to get too excited and burn themselves out.

What Mother always told us - I enjoyed this very short story, nothing really about the writing style but more that I can relate to it. The author really seems to put emphasis on the words "Us" and "Brothers"  possibly to hammer into such a short story the depth of the brothers relationship.

The Fifth Story - This... compilation?.. of stories is interesting. I enjoy ow the author took a very simple story and by telling the story changing the emphasis and in turn having multiple stories. I do, owever, find it strange to do such an indepth story on cockroaches.Just kind of a weird topic.

Sheet music

The notes flow like a river, rushing down to meet the falls. Fingers ache but yet no signal can reach the brain, numbed by melody. Sweat, skin, metal and cedar working as a team to combat the forces. Repeated until politely interrupted by the calming chorus, but it didn't seem to matter. Repeat. Repeat. A cloud hovers over chords and rains down refrain washing away the strums previous, cleansing mind and soul. But he couldn't come up with an equal beauty, no end to a half finished thought.

Up the narrow staircase and face south, the door mumbles something as he passes through.
smoke still  loiters around like arrogant teens, poisoning the air above.
Dozer leaps over a wrinkled beer can and slides to the corner, the bare mattress numbs his paws.
The television still flickers a ghostly black,
gnaw the tiger in hopes that it will still cry. And wait for the return.


-A house of my own
 I enjoyed this short story (if you can really call it a story)  by Sandra Cisneros. Although it was really short, it has a lot of description and hints at a stronger story somewhere. The picture painted here is of a house with a front porch and flowers outside, kept tidy by its owner who is proud to own a house of their own.

Berrigan - LV

          In this sonnet, Berrigan starts off talking, possibly, about his life thus far. He describes the "Grace to be born" only to read about life rather than actually living it. He also states to be in a room on pills seated at a desk. He uses the statement "sustained by a belly full of pills" which gathers the scene of him high on pills pondering his life.
         
            From here he mentions "The Poems" which I'm not clear what he's talking about and from there immediately goes from talking in the singular to the plural , using the word "we". He continues into a frenzy of topics which I can only take away what sounds like a movie date ending in sex or possibly a more lonesome alternative.

           Over all I believe Berrigan is describing himself or a specific time in his life. He gets high on pills and dreams about a more active life going into a fantasy date.

Introduction

Hi, my name is Chris, I'm an Aviation Management major here at EMU, taking this creative writing class to fill a gen ed requirement.