"I am trying to check my habits of seeing, to counter them for the sake of greater freshness. I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I'm doing." - John Cage

Saturday, November 3, 2012

30 Poems in 30 Days: Day Three Prompt

Amid the festive atmosphere, people reveled in being so very close to the hulking vehicle that had traveled so very far away.
“It’s interesting to see how much wear it’s taken after all its journeys,” Greg Bristol, 69, said. “It’s got burn marks on it. It’s got missing tiles. It’s been through hell.”
As the Endeavour began to inch away from the parking lot (at top speeds of 2 miles per hour), people clapped and shouted, “It’s moving!” The shuttle’s wings — 78 feet from tip to tip — just barely fit between the buildings on either side of the street. - New York Times, 10/12/12
What I find interesting in this article is how these spectators are finding ways to connect with the shuttle, despite its mammoth size and non-living status, on a personal level.  It has burn marks and it's been through hell - why is this remarkable to the man?  Because of his own burn marks, maybe?

Write about something unfamiliar, out of place, from a place far far from your place, that is now in your place.  Does it have marks on it from its travels? Has it been through hell? If it isn't alive, try writing about it as if it is alive.


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