Black Ice

The car now turned around,

pointing in the wrong direction,

all in the blink of an eye—

can I back down this hill?

I’m a sitting duck!

Is another car coming?

Do I get out of the car?

Will the salt truck arrive soon?

Damn, such a good song

playing on the radio. I haven’t

heard that cut from Steely Dan

it in at least a decade.

I wish I had some coffee.

Damn, how long till the salt truck?

The Amplification Effect, No. 9

An invitation for artists and writers, creators of any medium, to participate in a group exercise.

A group exercise performed in the comments.

A symbol is provided, and participants are asked to share at least twice to generate an amplification of that symbol.

Amplification is a kind of “natural thinking,” proceeding by way of analogy, parallel and imaginative elaboration. In this sense, it may also be seen as a depth psychological approach to scholarship based on what is claimed to be the natural functioning of the mind, which is not linear and orderly.

https://www.encyclopedia.com/psychology/dictionaries-thesauruses-pictures-and-press-releases/amplification-analytical-psychology

The Process

1. Participants self-select.

2. Responses are placed in the comments to this post.

3. Each participant replies with an amplification of the symbol.

4. Each participant replies with an association to another participant’s amplification.

5. Participants are encouraged to repeat steps 3 and 4 as often as they wish.

6. Participants are encouraged to reflect on the group results of the exercise to provide an impetus for future creative work.

Postscript: Consider linking back to this post with any work this exercise generates. Links from this post to any work generated will be shared below.

(For further information, as well as an example of a completed group response mind map, see the inaugural Amplification Effect)


Week #9 Amplification Effect Symbol:

A posted/no trespassing sign.

Join us in the comments below!


Group Response Mind Map (updated throughout the exercise):


Links to Works Generated:

TBD

It’s time to write a poem

The sun is setting.

Or I guess, we are spinning,

literally, like the back hand springs

the girls would practice

on the playground

at East Farms School,

from Maine to New Mexico

they cut a path

on the map Mr. Keller

painted the summer

of the bicentennial,

these fifty united states

in horrible yellow paint

on the blacktop.

This round about trip

through the universe,

even from this desk,

looking out over

my right shoulder is so…

…so damn beautiful.