Monday, September 19, 2005

Writing Workshop Lesson 6: Found Words

You really must meet Davy Rothbart. You’ve probably heard him perform stories about his family and friends on public radio’s “This American Life” show. His stories are good, particularly the one about going to a South American faith healer. But even better is the magazine he founded. It’s called Found and once you find it, you’ll be hooked.

Here’s how it started. For years, young Mr. Rothbart collected odd bits of writing that he came across: notes left on windshields, lost pet notices taped to phone poles, kids’ schoolwork, drawings, letters, journals started and discarded by their writers, grocery lists, receipts. About four years ago he took his collection, copied it onto pages exactly as written and sold the result as a ’zine named Found.

He put a few in the record stores in his Chicago neighborhood. They sold out immediately, so he printed more. By the end of 2002, he’d sold 20,000 Founds. From all over the world, people started sending him more pieces of paper they’d picked up on the street or discovered in trashbins or found fluttering in the wind against a wall or fence. They were incredibly personal, some of them. Others were just funny: "Took some hos to buy some burritos."

A note left on a car: “Mario, I fucking hate you—you said you had to work then whys your car here at her place?? You’re a fucking LIAR. I hate you I fucking hate you—Amber—P.S. Page me later.”

Rothbart includes with his finds the circumstances of their being found. The Mario note was left on his car (by mistake, apparently) on a February night in 1999. Rothbart writes: “I thought it was a pretty amazing love note: Amber, trying to be all full of bitterness and bile, but giving herself away with her sweet coda—page me later.”

In 2001 he went on the road to promote Found, appearing in bookstores and coffee houses to receptive crowds. He drove a rented car coast to coast, flopping with friends or fans along the way. I put him up at the Stoneleigh Hotel in Dallas and got him booked on The Glenn Mitchell Show on Dallas’ NPR affiliate. He rocked. And that night, 90 people crowded into a lecture hall to hear Rothbart read from his collection of found writings. Many in the audience shared things they’d found. One couple had seen a collection of enormous paintings of science fiction monsters sitting in a curbside trash pile and wagged them up to school to show them to Rothbart.

Now Davy Rothbart regularly performs to packed theaters full of Found fans. He has appeared on Letterman a few times and Found last year became a pretty swank coffeetable book (the magazine still comes out annually). And he still goes on the road to meet “finders” and gather new material, including porn for Dirty Found.

I tell you about him because years before I ever saw Found or met its editor, I kept my own bits of written flotsam and jetsam in what I called “alchemy books.” For me, these served as idea generators and general sources of inspiration. Besides random pieces of other people’s writing, I included odd articles and pictures that struck me as bizarre or interesting. I like clipping obituary photos where the deceased wears a hat (just recently I found one of a man wearing what looks like a live raccoon on his head and another of an elderly woman sporting a pair of Mickey Mouse ears). When I’m running dry and need a laugh or a creative nudge, I flip through my alchemy books and they work their magic. My latest book holds Polaroids of weird public signs--"Free gun with purchase of TV"--and an ace of hearts I found at the bus stop.

When I assigned writing students to create alchemy books, it usually took them a few weeks to get what I meant. Not a scrapbook. No cutesy-ness.

Just start looking around, I’d tell them. On bulletin boards. In the garbage at Kinko’s. Between the pages of used books. Read the stuff other people throw away. Take time to see what that flyer on the laundromat wall is advertising.

And when they got it at last, they’d bring in the most amazing stuff. A grocery store receipt listing just three items: 12 cans of cat food, 12 cans of guava nectar and a box of condoms. An ATM receipt showing a balance in someone’s checking account of $000.01. Either of those could launch a story, a poem or a song.

One note, written in purple ink on pink stationery, was found in a sorority house, tersely telling a pledge that “a session of pumpkin carving would do you a world of good.” Another student found a crumpled list on the floor of the library: “Boys I have kissed,” it said, followed by more than 30 names.

My students’ collections were so good that we’d hold exhibitions of them and invite people to flip through the pages. Many of the books turned out to have unintended themes that even the makers didn’t realize until pointed out to them. Like, the girl who collected dozens of photos of women reaching toward the sky. And the boy who found a child’s journal near his apartment dumpster. The carefully printed words told a story of abuse by mommy’s boyfriend and a Christmas ruined by drunk adults. The rest of this student's collection was a series of invitations to keggers and tailgate parties.

So here's the lesson: Start paying attention to the story the world is writing all around you. What nugget of found writing can you rescue this week? Whose message in a bottle will you pick up on the beach? Start looking. The scrap of paper left in a shopping cart. The Post-it stuck to the wall next to the mailbox. You might soon have the elements for some powerful alchemy, even if it's just bits of paper in a shoebox under your desk.There’s magic out there. It’s up to you to find it.

Add your finds to the comment sections here this week.

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Not many of you posted excerpts of your own work last week. That’s OK. I shall just assume that you’re typing away out there in writerland. I hope these weekly exercises give you some new ideas or perhaps offer a diversion from just staring at the wall waiting for the muse to strike. I appreciate any and all comments. Special thanks to those who’ve been sticking with it week after week.

14 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I didn't leave my assignment for all to see because, let's face it, people can be dishonest. Not that my writing is amazing and deserves to be copied, but it has been known to happen. How can we submit to you personally without the world to see?

1:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can't claim such a high-level excuse for not posting. In all truthfulness my problem is that the only thing I'm writing at the moment is a novel, and I couldn't think of any portion of it to post that would make sense without extensive editorial commentary.

Tapper.

4:04 PM  
Anonymous Ragman said...

Hmm... I've thrown out some good alchemy material. Never thought much about keeping it, but I'm not a writer. A long letter fell out of an old, used calc book this year - a glimpse into someone's college life 10 years ago.

I have picked up various scraps and such, which was more influenced by dumpster diving. Trash can be interesting. Even frightening - the birth certificate paper I found in my ally. Mom, dad, and baby's ssn's, birthdates, occupations... ID theft waiting to happen. I shredded it.

4:22 PM  
Blogger SuperHolmie said...

This is an old found thing. I'll hunt for and post something new... I promise.

One thing I love about teaching is reading notes the kids pass around. I've even dug shredded notes out of the trash before and taped them back together. Yes, it was worth it.

The notes are great because they say nothing ("Hi! What's up? Not much here. Well, bye!") or something really substantial ("I think my dad is going to kick me out of the house when he finds out I'm pregnant again") or something unintelligible due to adolescent vernacular and/or total ignorance of subject.

The best note ever found was not found by me, but lives in infamy nonetheless. The girl who wrote it was quite an accomplished ho. In her note, she made a list of one guy's good qualities. Under the heading "He Is:" she wrote "good kisser" and "big thang". She explained that on the past Saturday, she and her man had a long night of sexual relations, during which he had "nutted" seven times. Finally, she whined about not being able to get pregnant, and wondered if maybe her birth control pills were the problem.

11:14 PM  
Anonymous Ang said...

this one was overheard...2 blond girls with Louis bags and big sunglasses walking to class at a small liberal arts college..."ok, I'm just going to say it, black people smell like coconut"

10:26 AM  
Blogger Debra Spincic said...

I just made 5 original Zines for a swap and my theme was The Domestic Front: Home Economics. To support the theme I assembled all manner of papers, receipts, adverts, and such that I saved over the summer. It was amazing to sort through the items (mainly from my own household) and see how much actually comes through the door. When I had assembled the Zines, I thought they seemed like art projects more than Zines. I hope the recipients will understand them.

I think I will begin making some journals for myself. I was a little sad to swap the ones I had just made---little pieces of history.

2:59 PM  
Blogger sarah the great and wise said...

That is a brilliant idea.

I don't have anything yet, but I am going to start collecting.

6:55 PM  
Blogger BlondebutBright said...

As in all cultures, Dutch people are sometimes a bit nosy about what goes on in close proximity to their homes (and elsewhere, for that matter). One night, I found myself without a parking place for my bicycle and opted to lock the bike (gently) to a medium-sized tree. The next morning, this note was found stuck to my bike (translated from Dutch):

"Antisocial! Put your bike in the bicycle rack. Respect for the tree!"

I'm keeping the note forever.

8:56 AM  
Blogger Kevin said...

Precisely ten minutes after I told the class I'm teaching that I'd look at thesis statements and use of critical terms, but NOT full essays, I get this little gem:

"I have attached my essay draft in this e-mail. Please help me check if I get the
right ideas, or if my idea is well explained. Also, i am not sure about the
reference or some gramma mistakes. Could you please help me check thost as
well? Than kyou so much."

*Sigh.*

I can just tell how fun this is going to be.

- The Unshaven.

3:19 PM  
Blogger Kevin said...

*Further update*

Scrawled inside the door of a male toilet at the university, all in different handwriting, different ink/substances and different apparent ages:

"SHE IS ME"
"And Me is She"
"together we make the Crazy Three"
"Shee is how you pronounce the actual word for Elves"
"Elfs is fagits"

So how's that for a bewildering range of responses?

- The Unshaven

6:29 PM  
Blogger LittleMinx said...

A friend found this flyer on a board in a pizza cafe a few weeks ago.

SEARCH MY DOUBLE

I AM LOOKING FOR MYSELF

[photo of androgynous individual]

IF YOU LOOK LIKE ME
OR
KNOW SOMEONE WHO DOES

CONTACT ME

[email address from an Italian server]

I've got it saved as a JPEG ... wish I could post it!

11:16 AM  
Anonymous Ragman said...

In the stall of a dorm I lived in: "Stand close - it's shorter than you think"

The other day in an Acadamy store, there were bicycle ramps on the end of an aisle. Right underneath the mini-bikes. I gotta start carrying my camera with me.

I had a DOS based random poetry generator at one time. It would come up with some weird stuff. I need to dig through my old software to see if I still have it.

6:51 PM  
Anonymous Smartest Tractor said...

I teach the eight grade and, I think I might still be sane. The jury is still out on that one.

I found a wonderful note last year. One girl sat at the front of the room, the other at the back. I nab it while it made its journey to the back of the room.

Shay, you are the BIGGEST fucken' BEOTCH! I HATE HATE HATE you.
bbfl, Tori

So far, this have been an unexceptional year for finding notes during class time.

7:27 PM  
Anonymous alicia said...

this assignment almost inspired me to pick up trash--i just couldn't make myself do it.

instead i've just been trying to subtly look over people's shoulders in class to see what they write in their notes besides just notes.

i did catch a guy writing a mysterious note to a person in the class, and i used that as a backdrop of a new piece. so that turned out well. :)

12:13 PM  

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