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An Audio Writing Prompt from Niina Pollari

An Audio Writing Prompt from Niina Pollari
One way that we will celebrate new releases at Real Pants is by asking authors to provide a writing prompt that’s themed to their book. Then, readers are invited to post their responses to the prompt in the comments section of the post.

Today, we kick off with a contribution from Niina Pollari, author of Dead Horse (from the wonderful Birds, LLC). On Monday, Niina will choose a favorite among the comments and send the writer a signed copy of Dead Horse. Happy writing! Good luck!


niina-pollari-dead-horse-green-coverWRITING PROMPT

Part 1:
Find a place to lie down. Hit play on this MP3. When you’ve hit play, place your left hand on your heart and your right hand on your belly. Close your eyes. Listen until the end.
 

Part 2:
Write about what happened in your body in any way you feel is true.

 

Find out more about Niina Pollari’s Dead Horse, and read an excerpt at Birds, LLC.

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  • Oxygen entered, carbon dioxide exited, heart beat, blood flowed, thoughts drifted – calm ensued.

  • Doug Smith

    What a great idea for a prompt. It’s like it forces a brief meditation about what you’re going to write, before you have any idea about what you’re going to write. Like telling you to seek out and feel inspiration that’s there, without explicitly telling you to, because you can never really do that sort of seeking “on purpose.” Here’s my response:

    MY BODY WANTS (REAL) JEANS AND MORE

    think about my body you mean
    how I don’t want it
    how when my eyes go down
    my jeans they are as if
    as if forever falling slack
    onto the hills of my legs
    which should be
    as mountains delicately carved
    which only for what should be
    the in-between
    as valley these jeans could be
    tighter

    * * *

    and a heartbeat pounds
    the air in this blue room
    pounds too
    what’s me what’s room
    what’s between me and you
    given all of these electrons
    which must necessarily
    pound too
    what jean mountain and valley
    collide and that unknowable
    that strange like a brewing storm
    lay and wait for it to begin
    that countdown from the clouds that longing
    for transmutation

    * * *

    my blue-room-body pounds
    to the state of your sound
    like otherworldly like dream-violin
    and the meditative count
    seven seven seven
    that knowledge
    that sweet satori
    comes rushing on in

  • Katherine Pan
    • Katherine Pan

      (don’t know why this posted three times)

      • I don’t know either, but it looks great in all of them!

  • Zane Van Dusen
  • chris

    my earholes forced to accommodate large plastic buds
    so a woman can whisper tinnily at me

    the elastic of my underwear cuts at my hips
    and my guts churn, grumble, asking again for coffee
    or maybe it’s gas

    right now, nothing hurts too bad

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