The Explanation as Composition audio tours were very popular last night, and yes, they did make people smile. If you didn't make it out last night, there's still time. The tours will run through April 17, 2011. We're also going to have a silent listening party -- details coming soon.
Most of the material for the tours was written during a social collaborative writing event; the writers included: Amanda Ackerman, Harold Abramowitz, Kate Durbin, Sarah Shun-lien Bynum and Teresa Carmody. Event writer collaborators: Aimee Bender, Allison Carter, Mark Z. Danielewski, Carribean Fragoza, Veronica Gonzalez, Janice Lee, Harryette Mullen, Janet Sarbanes, Anna Joy Springer, and Stephen Van Dyck.
Over the next two weeks, we're going to be posting most of the material generated that day. Some of this is included in the audio tours; some isn't. It was written by us, all of us, but have fun trying to guess which particular writer wrote which particular piece. We'll begin with writing from the geography prompt:
Inspired by Bernadette Mayer’s writing experiment “A Line For Every Block,” write a line for every star you pass on the Walk of Fame. You may start anywhere on the walk, but then you must write a line for every subsequent star up to the number 14 (as Mayer’s original approach was 14 blocks).
Gene Autry—What a gallop, a romp, a sunter out and about the crumbly hills
Alfred Hitchcock—heartwarming gruesome like my grandfather
Hank Williams—A lulling strain, bug until it sputters out in the rain
Claude Rains—Something kept in a very hard wooden box for too long is always frightening
Alma Rubens—Soul in a sandwich I will always remember when egg burritos & weenies
Tex Williams—Lay down and die as long as you can bear it.
Andy Griffith—I’ll give you a piece of my mind when I see you. Never mind it’s not worth it.
Mitzi Green—Too many breasts always me make me laugh.
Lucille Ball—Rolling & rolling even when there is no point.
Cantinflas—Who knew you’d institutionalize a revolution? Things stopped being funny, I guess.
Chicago—Too many legs make me feel like getting out of the way.
Lou Costello—Walked on in the rain by families who don’t know you.
Stan Winson—In moments like this, I love my ex boyfriend the most
Don Alvarado—I remember who you used to be even if your mother never told you about it.
Florian Zabach—The rare weed sprouts best around pornography.