So one of the things I was looking forward to doing is having people over, and me being me, means I couldn't just have people over to do normal things like hang out. I'm a quite a fan of real life over technology.... if I was a really big fan I would be writing this in a postcard to you. So I invented this thing called Amish nights, where a group of friends meet up at ours and have low tech, smart phones banned, creative fun, usually by candlelight. We've done story telling, life drawing with clothes on, a singing one, and one where we smashed up and burned down an old shed.
Last week we did a creative writing one, which we started with a good old game of Consequences. I love this game! It's where you write a bit of a story and then pass it on and collectively write a short story together. Here is one of ours:
Ezekiel
Met Hannah and Sarah's mythical other sister
in Olso
he said "the baby kangaroo travels along a line the mother has licked on her stomach, then climbs into her pouch where it may stay for several weeks."
She said: One day I will return, until then know that I will always love you.
They decided to move to a tropical island together but after 6 years they split up because she stopped shaving her legs. She stayed on the island though because she was happy there, she didn't need a man to fulfil her. Girl power.
After that we got into writing poems. We picked a letter out at random and wrote something with as many words as possible with that letter. I had "I" and this is my not very poem-y poem:
The issue is the impulsive Italian immigrants,
the irresponsible immigrants invade our island,
it's an inconvenience,
they are intoxicated, imorral, infidels,
it's inevitable that we will,
enforce our island initiation,
they imply it's indoctrination,
but we must enforce intimacy with iguanas.
I know it's a bit random but I was quite pleased with that... until I heard other people's that sounded like actual real poems. He's Sarah's:
Wally whale went west one winter,
weeping woefully through the water,
when one Wednesday without warning,
wally wondered about world wide warming...
"will wide water w-eally W-ise?"
"why oh why oh why oh why?"
with that wise Wally whoosed away,
worrying won't such warming delay.
Pretty good huh? `here is Steph's one:
Zipping past the zoo,
I needed a poo,
zigzagging and zooming,
Zuma was booming,
in a zoot suit,
from a car boot
radio speaker system
Zac almost missed 'im
imagine Zac's zed
as they zoomed past and said
To a loo painted zingy lime
Zac just found the time,
zipped in, washed his hands
in stunning Zululand
Zac felt so relieved
But Zuma could not be believed.
There were lots more good poems by everyone else too, so don't be offended if I didn't type yours out.
If anyone wants to come to amish nights, let me know everyone's welcome.
