Shatter, the word I heard today when one of the founding partners was talking about pottery and porcelain.
Shatter. I think of destruction. I think of Shiva.
Shiva is the Destroyer. It is said that when the Day of Brahma comes to an end, we will hear the swish of Shiva’s feet across the sky. As he dances, the whole creation, universes upon universes, will contract back into itself. (Jaya Shiva Shankara/Vroom Vroom/Hare hare vroom vroom)
The assignment: Break something. An old jar, a piece of uncooked lasagna noodle. If you cannot bring yourself to the shattering, rip a piece of paper, a faded t-shirt. There should be sound, and the more that the resultant smithereens manifest a far different state than the original object, the better.
Do not go overboard. Do not break something that belongs to someone else.
Write. Break grammar, break syntax, break form. Write from brokenness. Write about destruction, broken hearts, broken dreams, broken bone
[...] Dec 15th, 2006 by ybonesy Very mouselike, me, sitting in my cubicle at work. I choose to break in this space but timid and all I place a package of Saltines on the floor and with the heel of my boot I stomp. There is a crackling, not quite a crunch. If I hold the package by a corner and jiggle I can hear a shakeshakeshake crumbs against plastic. But even so there is something tame about smashing crackers. I want to break out break free of corporate hell hole my cubicle cubiclepubicle Where has work taken me? On a train from Agra to New Delhi India, 2006 Second-class section in a cabin with five other people We stop to pack on more passengers They fill every nook Stand in the aisle so it feels like we are all suffocatingsweatingshittingpuking Only a small tiny window with bars outside hands offering chai in small earthenware cups the indians closest to the windows drink and then as the train moves throw the cups to the ground smashing on train tracks car-a-a-a goes the cups car-e-e-e goes the train car-aacar-eecar-aa Children wearing no bottoms beg at my side and get swooshed away Traveling circus family that got on last stop boy and girl linked together at legs and arms does human wheel act down the center of the aisle smash-smash-smash go their faces-chests-tummies A boy of six pretending to be Michael Jackson hand behind one head other on pelvis Faaa-faaa with his lips as he thrusts-thrusts his little pisser at me And I sit scared but trying to be brave How my work world has shielded me from life real life. And now a break in my day Reee-eeep Reap the benefits Reap the harvest Reap the seams, man! Break fast Break falls Break away Break habits Break screens Break a nail Break a leg Break neck Freak break BrickStickPrick Crack Work’s a dick Frick off Sign off. -from Topic post, Shiva [...]