Main contenders: Ben Cartwright, Mark Petterson, Amy Ash, DaMaris Hill, Jason Robberson, and Kari Jackson.
Last writer typing: Jason Robberson, who, after four hours, moved his manual typewriter to a concrete ledge in front of Wescoe and continued to type in the dark, alone, under the stars and in the forty degree weather, as Ben and Kari drove off. The sound of typing, the unmistakeable click of the keys, could be heard echoing in the night. It was quite romantic, actually.
We began at 3:00. It began with a royal announcement on the megaphone. Thanks, Ben C. It was very official. We cheered. We "charged." And people stared as they walked by.
Skateboarders were doing tricks behind us, to the side of us. “These guys are practicing the ultimate form of civil disobedience,” said the guy who had been dressed up as a white bear to promote Greenpeace. “So are we."
And so we wrote, well, typed. And so commenced the trashtalking between Ben and Mark: "I don't hear any sound coming from your typewriter, Ben," said Mark. "I'm a poet, Mark. We reflect," replied Ben.
Other fun things that could be overheard behind the keyboards during the event:
"I don't want to be like Amy. I want to type." --DaMaris
"I just realized I don't know how to be exclamatory on here." Jason, realizing his typewriters lack of exclamation point.
"How long has it been since you've written a word, Ben?" Mark spoke into the megaphone, directed at Ben.
"I'm politicking," said Ben.
When you google "Kansas Bathtub," we come up first. "We beat out Home Depot," added Ben.
"Would you like to come out and add something to our Corpse?" Ben suggested a phrase to get the English professors to come out and participate.
"What are you doing?" People said, looking at us warrily as they approached the steps of Wescoe.
We had some fantastic students and faculty add to our community poem. Poetry is okay. In fact, poetry is cool. Why don't you help us write a poem? Okay, cool. Now maybe you'll go home and write your own poem because, we hope we're shown you, writing is cool.
Thanks to Nate for bringing us food. Thanks to Erin for bringing us hot drinks. Thanks to everyone who stopped to say, "What are you doing?" Thanks to everyone who wrote. Thanks to Wescoe for the electricity.
Thank you to everyone who pledged either an individual writer or the collective as a whole. We have plans in the works for WITS, and you'll be hearing soon about how your donation will help bring creative writing (and Bathtub) into Lawrence schools and out into the community. Soon, you will also be receiving an email notifying you of how long your writer wrote for and information on where and how to send your pledge money. If you didn't pledge but would still like to donate, you absolutely can. Email firstname.lastname@example.org.
The Lawrence Writers’ Collective, Bathtub, aims to unify graduate students within the K.U. creative writing programs and connect them to writers and artists within the community at large through words and beer. Through participation in the annual A.W.P. conference, literary festivals, ongoing writers’ exchanges with other programs, art shows, and reading series featuring local writers, the collective raises public awareness for both the K.U. M.F.A. program and the Lawrence writing community. Other important things include general displays of bad-ass-ness and kickass dance moves, preferably ones that reference robots.
Most importantly, the writer’s collective gives writers in Lawrence a common voice and a unified front for action both within and outside of Kansas. Word.