This week is about doing an exercise from CA Conrad’s A Beautiful Marsupial Afternoon: New (Soma)tics. This is a beautiful book, mixing poems and ‘exercises’, most of which are designed to take you out of sitting in front of the laptop or at a desk. Instead why not try making soup and writing with your hand in your soup? Or writing with a penny in your mouth? The Soma(tics) are about feeling and writing, writing and feeling, finding my body, coalescing the divine and the nervous system, all of which is explained better in the introduction to the book which I think you should be able to read via Amazon’s Look Inside.
The image, top right, outlines the exercise I picked, taking a crystal, throwing it on a hand drawn map, and going to where it falls to write. This is an initial draft pulled from the notes I wrote while out. I’ve consciously not punctuated or added capitals because I’m fed up with Word capitalising for me. I may come back and punctuate later but this flow seemed to fit with the thoughts and notes I created:
If you are broken I might be good enough
pink warm crystal next to my skin stone grey sea rises and falls with my heart beat
sun in my eyes blind me to what stands chill freeze my fingers can’t write rays caress me open
no gold why is it so hard to think about love
heat rises from my fingertips capillaries contract cotton polyester wool in layers keep me warm food in my belly love
two pairs of socks fur toed boots
waves roll in heaped spray spreads into a sheets of foam slide up the beach bubble and roil knife edged love no more skin exposed than lips and nose and icyfingertips
waves role in rein in ride in relentless unceasing roll me over and over and over
and I am with you because you have no interest in me other than as a mirror for you I can stay hidden worship me you say and my worship is enough
wind in my hair makes me put my hood up just like your words scar knife marks yours wound chill at my breast
what I want doesn’t exist what I want is imperfect because I can imagine what I want
waves roll and roll sun seeps from the cold wind blows harder fingers freeze still chill on my heart sun warm on my eyes and you are hundreds of miles away
expose my eskimo skin grey white winter skin and hair strip layer after layer, cotton, polyester, wool, bare myself for you will you do the same for me
out of place nothing before me line roll on
I love the idea of this, but quite frankly I would never put a penny in my mouth 😉 love the idea of the book. are you going to be doing any more exercises from it? great poem btw. it kind of comes at you from weird angles, I like that.
Thank you for the comments on the poem. It’s very raw right now and I’m wondering whether to try working on it done more. There are all sorts of exercises, and I might well look further into the book.
This is incredible to read. I love the raw writing and I love that you took a crystal and ‘followed its lead’. As someone who is learning crystal healing, this intrigues me – in that the crystal can lead you to produce such raw, inspired words.