how to begin: collaborative generating #1

If biological family and bloodlines were insufficient…

…What claims can be made to silence?

 

what arises in the discourse between two languages/two nations

Jai Arun Ravine

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{a reminder to: post your writing in response in the comments section of this blog entry + provide your own generative question or prompt for tomorrow.  here for the full write-up about the process}

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19 Responses to “how to begin: collaborative generating #1”

  1. Carl Ferrero Says:

    The spaces between words are sometimes deafening.

  2. Melissa Says:

    “If biological family and bloodlines were insufficient…
    …What claims can be made to silence?

    what arises in the discourse between two languages/two nations”
    – Jai Arun

    Between two languages, two nations,
    There is the family. Filipinos marry the pamilya.
    They wed two tongues together.

    What then, am I to say? When I married him,
    I wanted to be his limbs, a part of his face.
    I wanted to be his arms, a part of his mouth.
    I wanted to be his legs, a part of his closed eyes.
    When I married him, I wanted to be
    his family.
    A part of his pamilya.

    They told me I took him away. They said I took their little brother.
    They said
    I was the aswang. I was the dark-haired bitch. They said, “If I ever see that slut walking the streets, I’ll pound that 100 pounds shit in the ground.”

    When I married him, it was in secret, it was
    hidden in a small courthouse in Vegas, laid between the folds
    of lies or silence, whatever you prefer.

    My mouth was closed after we were married, but my heart
    opened
    like a baby being sucked from the womb.

    His bloodlines grew hot and angry, said I did it for money,
    to take their bunso away
    and if that were the matter of the facts
    then the language between us is silence.

    When you have no voice, what else can you say?

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  4. Paul Ocampo Says:

    Silence is breath. Silence is the space between words. Silence conveys oxygen to the heart. It gives you courage, wisdom. It builds up rage when you feel wronged. It gives you words. It creates your language. You breathe so you can speak. You are silent so you can speak.

  5. Mel Says:

    There is no bio logic, there is no linear channel for blood.

    There is silence in the crystalline structure of compounds which make up the sheer rock face. We cannot hear it.
    Silence is only hear-able at absolute zero, but we cannot hear it.

    We are always vibrating. Our tiny crystals. Always in our structures, our channels. To meander. To cut and to cut bank. To deposit and carry and gouge and bury in layers on layers. To flocculate. To flow. In stasis. In solution.

    If such movement is fractal, then we are a part of some greater landscape. We concreate it. We lithofabricate. Life as one piece of an epochs-old tapestry.

    Between two languages is the both-language, between two nations is a river. In this river, everyone is in flux in the same directions. The human ear is not attuned to silence. But the human mind tries to reach a place to understand flux. To find patterns in the speech expressions used by the many of the one species. To see beyond species. To see beyond the imaginary line created to distinguish between nations. To see beyond the imaginary. To get between lines. To decivilize. To decibil. To praxis. To peace. By piece.

  6. Monica Hand Says:

    If biological family and bloodlines were insufficient…

    …What claims can be made to silence?

    what arises in the discourse between two languages/two nations

    – Jai Arun Ravine

    If you are not born into the blood are you of the blood. What claims can you make of the blood. My sister’s adopted children share the legacy of my mother even if we do not look at them and see ourselves. My sister sees herself in the youngest one.

    My father was a rolling stone. How many other ones bear his face, his blood that we know no claim to?

    How is legacy decided? If you are born in a place among people who are different from you – do you become of the place? Who decides. The woman of Japanese and Chinese heritage born in Jamaica who cooks peas and rice and rocks to the sound of reggae – how is her legacy defined?

    The woman born in the northern city who knows only English but feels mute to her original language who is she if she has never seen the place of her people?

  7. racruzzo Says:

    A deafening mythology
    (She was given 25 words)
    dark-haired bunso
    (to write in the remittance)
    laid between the folds
    (form. “For a new)
    between crackling wings
    (toilet. $100 for)
    between words
    (Girly’s First Communion,)
    of lies or silence,
    ($50 for her schoolbooks.)
    whatever you prefer.
    (Kisses and Hugs)
    Silence conveys oxygen
    (but don’t gamble it away.)
    but my heart opened.

    What is your map of mythology? Can you tell it in 25 words?

  8. Tamiko Says:

    in the discourse between two languages
    a science (silence that smells like rage

    between words (between syllables a river in flux
    a cut bank where meaning (accumulates (rich silt
    the layered phrase lays down sound thick as cattails

    if you are not born into the blood you are of the blood
    still you are assured (some kind of kinship the body’s
    shape laid between the folds
    of (form between the folds of unpronounceable langauge

    (words/phrases/lines from Jai Arun Ravine, Paul Ocampo, Mel, Monica Hand, racruzzo)

  9. toddw Says:

    “If biological family and bloodlines were insufficient…
    …What claims can be made to silence?”

    If biological family and bloodlines were sufficient… what claims can be made to clamor?

    if inorganic family and bloodlines were trite… what claims can be made to start ups?

    If basic breed with pedigree used to be fine… when do questions sound brightly?

    If you are you, do you speak?

    ~ question / prompt ~

    You’d like to have a group of people make lovely clapping sounds together.

  10. toddw Says:

    If biological family and bloodlines were insufficient…

    …What claims can be made to silence?

    If biological family and bloodlines were sufficient … what claims can be made to clamor?

    If inorganic family and bloodlines were trite … what claims can be made to clamor?

    If basic family and pedigree were fine … when do we make claims on you?

    If calm people and the sea didn’t work so well, what choices do you have?

    If you are you, do you speak?

    (PS not the original post. that one disappeared. f*ckin interwebs.)

    ~ questions / prompt ~

    You want to have a group of people clap wonderfully together.

    (PS not the original post. that one disappeared. f*ckin interwebs.)

  11. serena w. lin Says:

    If biological family and bloodlines were insufficient…

    …What claims can be made to silence?

    what arises in the discourse between two languages/two nations

    – Jai Arun Ravine

    When time first ate its words, it produced degenerate twins
    one
    and the other
    Of this other, she sat on top a rolling stone, dreaming of her sister’s birth. How many other ones bear a deafening mythology?

    She fell into a cut bank where meaning (accumulates (rich syllables
    the spaces between words took their little brother. pamilya sucked from the womb. what else to see beyond species?

    i am tired of your binary, your incestuous repeat. To flocculate in solution, then we are a part of some great tapestry, the northern city who only knows English
    silence between the folds, unpronounceable life, deafening

    breathe so you can speak
    breathe so you can speak

    (credit to Carl Ferrero, Melissa Sipin, Paul Ocampo, Mel, Monica Hand, racuzzo, Tamiko)

  12. serena w. lin Says:

    Question: Where were you before the rewrite began?

  13. shiaw-tian liaw Says:

    Broadway-Palm Revitalization

    We never thought a free meal and goood company would be this difficult to sell. What we wanted was a way to get beyond hurried greetings and writing anonymous letters of complaint. We thought if we could start as equals in our hunger, perhaps what would arise in the couse of dinner might have to do with day-to-day chores, or with day-to-day silences we each maintained as to not break those around us.

    But it was silence that was maintained so that they themselves would not break. Michael, in his fifties and with dental braces would not smile to decline us saying he’d hate to get food stuck between his braces. And Sue, who understood the invitation enough to excuse herself for her bad English and poverty of social skills, explained her refusal clearly.

    And it was silence we had to maintain so that we would not break them, so that we would not break by a kindness soured by good-willed insistence to accept it as such. In this way, when we had no voice n the matter, it had to be a chosen voicelessness; in this way, we stayed silent as to speak without breaking.

    —–
    words from Jai Arun Ravine, Melissa, Paul Ocampo.
    —–
    next-day promptings: What is the purpose of your visit?

  14. caroljg Says:

    Can it be told in 25 words?
    There’s barely 5 to offer…the words had been robbed from our tongues, obliterated with holy water, murmured away with rosaries, mumbled and morphed into mispronounced latin.
    mother tongue, fractured, jeered, belittled, distorted and caricatured for humiliation by wicked little chinese boys spewing unpronounceable language shaming the words into spaces that prolong into a deafening silence. malay children calling us all infidels.
    what’s left in the cacaphony of voices in a melting pot malay nation, not of two languages, but seven, maybe eight, (though none of them my native tongue), was a mixture of manglish and chindian, of love of hate, of fear and of pride, unity, muhibah and chaos, of dark-skinned and of honey brown, mosques and temples, churches and shrines. Tanah tumpahnya darahku — the land where we shed our blood. but where so many of us remain orang asing, estranged from our motherland. which is not really our motherland which is some other land where we will remain orang asing too.
    Can you hear the cries of those in exile?

  15. caroljg Says:

    PS: oh….inspired by Jai Arun, Melissa, Carl, Paul, Mel, Monica, racruzzo, Tamiko

  16. Monica Hand Says:

    twenty-five words are not sufficient to carry the memory stories passed down from one voice to another voice each is like a syllable in time.

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  18. hari malagayo alluri Says:

    jackal’s advice on skinning language

    before you begin,
    wed two tongues together
    in secret, a part of one’s mouth breathing
    into the other’s limbs, the spaces between
    words a crystalline structure for those who can’t hear it
    to cut and bank the decibels
    from when time ate the first words,
    a kindness in danger of being soured by good-willed
    insistence on remembering the distance
    between syllables with the sounds
    of pamilya and bloodlines
    as if they were the same thing

    cypher: ching-in, melissa, paul, mel, rachelle, serena, monica

    (just catching up so no prompt)

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