Today in Jose’s class we used a technique called automatic writing. This technique involves ten minutes of meditating on an image, space, event etc, in your mind’s eye, then immediately describing what you imagined, automatically forming sentences without stopping, regardless of their nonsensicality. The exercise felt so personal, like reaching into a depth – I loved it and felt incredibly inspired to do this exercise regularly.
Using my automatic writing piece, I feel like I was able to create something incredibly substantial and rich. Below you will find my writing and musical piece.
“Yellow ceiling office tiles on floor, they’re wet, I can poke through the tiles my feet, a cracking noise, then a slimy mushy one, they disintegrate like wet toilet paper. The room is narrow, 1 meter wide, I feel compressed, worried, claustrophobic, grey concrete walls and ceiling, veined and cracked, a fast moving, viscous liquid moves through the wall capillaries, creating a warm, bombastically sleek, pumping, throbbing tone, tiles are smoking consistently, sinister, broken, white, hissing, fading in and out quickly. I hear a throbbing voice, room ends with opaque black fog, standing gaunt, bone like legs at the end of the room, fat and muscle has slipped from the thighs, the skin of the fat is thin like an old man’s hands, gathered and drooped onto the floor, the feet are absorbed and obscured by the drooping fat, the fat is slithering in-between the legs like how a cat would move in-between your feet, fast moving slithering. The smoke and walls are getting louder, hissing with subby, throbbing liquid sounds, the fat around the legs are singing making an 8th note gated whine, pink and leathery.”