Wreck This Journal – Pages 136-139: Deface, Draw Lines

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Pages 136-137

glue in a photo of yourself you dislike. Deface.

I really don’t have an issue with pictures, nor do I think it’s a good idea to deface yourself because you don’t like how you look, so I tried to be more upbeat and funny about it. I chose two pictures. On the left, I’m making a duckface on purpose for a funny picture. On the right, someone took a picture of me mid bite of my pancakes.

“There’s power in looking silly and not caring that you do.” Amy Poehler

“It’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” Marilyn Monroe

“Put something silly in the world that ain’t been there before.” Shel Silverstein

“You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.” Colette

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Pages 138-139

Draw Lines using abnormal writing utensils dipped in ink or paint. (Sticks, spoons, twist tie, comb, etc.)

I decided to go with flower stems since my yard is full of them, which led me to focus on The Perks of Being a Wallflower because of the flowers… I took some of the lines (since I was supposed to draw lines) from the poem that Charlie read to his friends that was given to him/written by his friend Michael and tried to put the lines on the correct paper. It’s a sad and hard hitting poem, so I tried to make the page itself light and didn’t include the entire poem.

“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem…”

“Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem…”

“Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem…”

“That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem…”

 

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.” The Perks of Being A Wallflower

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The Full Poem:

“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog

And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s

and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”

because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint

And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went

And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem

And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think

he could reach the kitchen.”
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower


 

Have you tried any of the Wreck This Journal or other works by Keri Smith? I have so much fun with it, despite neglecting it for the past couple of months!

 

 

 

 

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