Last week, I took a tumble on the pavement. I am not sure whether to be proud or ashamed that while I scraped my body up pretty bad, I managed to hold my Starbucks coffee cup upright and not spill a drop. As a result, I was able to enjoy a nice cup of hot java while I watched the blood ooze out the gashes on my knee and dribble down my leg. I’ve been sporting some cute summer dresses to show off my wounds. It’s quite the conversation starter.
The experience got me thinking about scabs and imagining forming one in the shape of the Mona Lisa or the Virgin Mother and selling it on ebay for a zillion dollars. I also wondered why you never see Vampires eating scabs. I think it would be a great on the go option, sort of like blood jerky. Jim pointed out how handy this would be camping or traveling in low populated areas. Anyway, I had about a dozen comic concepts based on scabs but couldn’t gross you out for more than a week in good conscience, so I went with this one.
Feel free to share haikus or other uses and cool things about scabs if you feel inclined. For added fun, can you name the type of dog GingerDead’s scab resembles?
Before I go, I want to share a method / genre of poetry a friend of mine is doing which he calls ‘Newsprint Prose“. Just hit that page and click the titles to view the poems which are read in the same fashion of a newspaper. His technique is to take an article and just cross out most of the words serial killer style until what’s left is a kick ass poem. It’s as if the poem was there all along waiting for him to unleash it. I love that he scans the actual article in, complete with marker cross-outs rather than retype the poem along. It makes reading it even more interesting and visually strange. I think it’s a great approach and hope he keeps going. I would buy a book of these in a heartbeat.
See you next week.