Archive for December, 2012

Quoted in the Grove:

Everywhere I go I’m asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don’t stifle enough of them. There’s many a best-seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.
~Flannery O’Connor

Every journalist has a novel in him, which is an excellent place for it.
~Russel Lynes

Advice to writers: Sometimes you just have to stop writing. Even before you begin. ~Stanislaw J Lec


These are the cynical words of seasoned writers, and there is a truth to them for those who demand excellence in their reading. There are writers to satisfy them, and this is as it should be. Wordgrove, however, is about opening doors and not closing them, about providing a platform for writers, about encouraging anyone wanting to write and helping when possible

Wordgrove has used a writing contest in the past to further these goals, and has been encouraged to do so again by club members. There’s been time slippage (the contest is both late and shortened), with a reduction in prize money, but the contest for the Wordgrove Prize is on!

All that remains to launch this year’s contest is to announce the theme so that imaginations can be turned loose to do what they will with it. Here then, this year’s theme:


It might be a matter of great moment taken from history or experience, be the result of a birth or death, is certainly prominent at the beginnings of love and at the end of it. It could be heart-pounding world-hopping adventure or the inferno that burns in silence. Discovery of any kind, doors of memory opening, too much of something or too little of it, events imagined or witnessed. The world grows by it and is over-full of it. Life is gravid with it, fairly vibrates with it, so that writers are challenged to capture and channel this electricity of life we call Drama

Drama keeps the world from boredom just as it puts it at danger. Perhaps our choice is over-broad, but no matter because our theme for the 2013 Wordgrove Prize is: Drama

Following whatever instinct, path or thrill that Drama conjures up for you, your challenge is to harness this energy, to shape it and breathe into it and give it the magic of life with words. You may enter one piece in each of three categories: Poetry, Prose, and Journal (diary or blog entry, dated essay/etc). The soft deadline is Sun 1/20, when voting begins

Tables will be in place for early drops beginning on, Sun 1/13. Early drops work better for vote getting. A table will be provided for those who want to participate but don’t wish to enter the voting. Complete instructions will be provided in a blue Script on a red stand near Writers Platform


Posted from the Grove:
Prewritten for Thurs (1/3/13) 5 pm Pacific/8 Eastern is: Alaska, rope


@Writers Platform: *a previous review
Library Table:

~Greenie: A’Glow*, and Silent Song*, and:
Evening’s Silent Song
An idyll of pastoral serenity lacking only someone to share it; an Eden that begins with Eve alone


Prewritten: gift, tiding
~BarTalk: Spirit of Xmas

Impromptu: rain, rust

~Piffin: .Elemental Me.
Non-standard elements of nature, the brine of tears and blood and dust fuse into cold organic rust; non-standard rhyme scheme, outlines on a sidewalk in a portrait of broken trust

~Stejovis: rain, rust
A game in the rain can only mean football; paper cups disintegrating, spilling yours, wearing another’s beer in the rain and loving it


Writers in Residence:
WG Nutters have been going thru drawers and old files looking for old favorites to bring out in their pazs while beginning work on their contest pieces. Haven’t they.

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Quoted in the Grove: (reprised from archives)

We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry. ~John Webster

Deep within the soul of the lonely caged bird
Beats the rhythm of a distant forest
Etched upon its broken heart
The faded memory of flight.
~Ginni Bly

If only I could so live and so serve the world that after me there should never again be birds in cages. ~Isak Dinesen


Posted from the Grove:
Prewritten for Thurs (12/27) 5 pm Pacific/8 Eastern is: gift, tidings

A busy week, so this abbreviated edition of the Post & Review. One pleasure not to be missed is welcoming new members, so we happily welcome: xxxcometxxx, Mary Christmas, Martha Christmas and debzone. Readers are always welcome, but we are especially happy when new writers join in when they join. We hope to hear more from each of you

A reminder: Next week’s Post & Review will contain the theme for Wordgrove’s writing contest for the Wordgrove Prize. It is a single word theme. Those entering will have two weeks before dropping submissions begins, three weeks before voting begins on Sun (1/20/13), polls close at midnight, Mon (1/31)


@Writers Platform
Library Table:

~Stejovis: The Night They Raided Min Ho’s
Misadventure as burlesque

~Greenie: A’Glow
After the sun sets into dusk and the ending of light, the beginning sounds of evening, the start of a Southern breeze, the bugs weaving light fly contrapuntally to the emerging stars of night; as written by one who sees, who pays attention to the moment


Prewritten: ballerina, heartbreak

~Stejovis: Ballet Shoes
The exquisite torture of anticipation and eXCiTeMenT of a six year old who needs (please? please?) her shoes for the performance before Christmas, and … and … she’s dead. What?! Can’t be! She can’t be! Gun shots, and empty shoes for Christmas


Impromptu: fire, silk

~Stejovis: two haiku and two tanka
Silk has the feel of transparency to fingers as they flicker over fevered flesh, there’s a sizzle, then the flash of hot desire; silk clings like a flame to skin, floating above it, rippling with naked color; ingredients ignite and it burns, a confession

~Piffin: .Cannibal Nights.
The short conscious journey to extinction and demise; the warring brain that kills the soldier prods the genius; is death today, what words to leave, and how to prepare?

~whitefeather: Fire / silk  (haiku #2* )
Among his play things
Shadows dance in the moonlight
Her state of unpantiedness

*Quoted. How neologisms answer a need; you saw it first in Wordgrove

~BarTalk: 1+1=2


Writers in Residence: No new work to review

Wordgrove’s focus narrows briefly and directs its attention to the upcoming writing contest. Nutters, friends of Nutters, members of other clubs and residents of There are all encouraged to enter. Nutters should have writing time penciled in on their calendar for the month of January, an excellent way to begin the year. Until Writers in Residence resumes at contest’s end, this space will be given to news, encouragement and comments at appropriate stages of the contest. Next week it begins

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Quoted in the Grove:

Do stuff, be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.
~Susan Sontag

A good listener is not only popular everywhere, but after a while he gets to know something.
~Wilson Mizner

Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long. ~Walker Evans


Posted from the Grove:
Prewritten for Thurs (12/20), 5pm PT/8 ET is: ballerina, heartbreak

Tho whitefeather already has a poem crafted on themes of ballerina and heartbreak (see her wordgame poem: acrobat/oven), it promises such good material that we thank her for being first

~thx @Merry Christmas at Wordgrove: Found, a new paz by thx on WG’s west end that cheerfully celebrates the season. Sweet, happy, fun; includes recognition of the Christmas backstory

GaryBob suggested this week’s music video:
Miss Atomic Bomb, by: The Killers


Note to anyone hosting flagged events in Wordgrove: We suggest not placing the flag on the Platform, as rubberbanding for 30 seconds on arrival is not the experience most visitors favor


The last piece of business for this week is to announce that there will be a Wordgrove Prize writing contest this coming January. The theme will be announced in the last Post & Review for this year, Sun, 12/30/12.

Those entering may submit one piece in each of the three categories: Poetry, Prose, Journal (diary or blog entry, or dated essay). Length limit is 1 book, altho linking to an illustrated piece is allowed

Entrants can begin dropping their submissions on Sun, 1/13/13, voting begins a week later on 1/20, and ends Thurs midnight, 1/31. A Silver Quill is awarded in each of the categories, the Gold Torch winner is chosen by the sponsor. The award ceremony will be mid-Feb


@Writers Platform
Library Table:
~Piffin: Trust, Word Games ~ Oct/Nov, Carousels of Glass

~Greenie: Broken Doll, Disappearing into You,

Stejovis: Pre-Written Sketches, and:
Home for the Holidays (prewritten for 12/6/12)
Delayed by storm, cold and ravenous, arriving at childhood’s home long after bedtime darkness; hand reaches for the hidden key without thinking, sneaking quietly-so-quietly not to wake her, bypassing the adhesive pull of spice and feast slow-cooking on the stove only to be busted by her … by Mom with grins and kisses and hugs better even than memory


Prewritten: inkblot (make up your own story)

~Stejovis: Ahnonay Portal
The keyhole, ever the keyhole, the keyhole and the beckoning mystery; the Alice of wonders on the other side waving ‘come’; first strangeness and blackness, then the stars

~Piffin: .The Monkey in My Mind.
Death by suddenness, or decision; thinking about it being a waste of time when the real question is: after, what then?

~BarTalk: The Inkblot


~Impromptu: shackled in a Korean jail

~Piffin: .Seoul Searching.
Apart from the unforgivable pun scribed in the title, begin the story in chains, commingle memories with back road borders, twisting mountain roads, monsoon rains, danger, with destination Quonset huts a mile below in sight

~Stejovis: The Night They Raided Min Ho’s
Local thugs versus Bible smugglers in the North; into this fever pitch, add kidnapping and a chase by the national police who are easier to outrun than the communist party bullets that follow later; ends with an illegal high-speed border crossing, the crash and escape that could only be bested by the vehicle in flames; ah, the joy of shackles in a protected Korean jail

~BarTalk: Sold


Writers in Residence:
~Stejovis @Meditatio: Tally Pieces
Once and present tally poems, with instructions and assembly kit for inquiring poets to try on their own

~Greymane @Greyed Expectations 2: Not Today
The fool, with the stale breath and clacking bones of death, taunts of the end to come; the poet concedes the point, but defies him, not today

~Jessalee @Creative Intentions (new hill site)
Looking into the new dawn sky, with the snow slow-falling looking like meteors in the sky, climbing to enter Jessa’s new watchtower paz, finding one book and the Gold Torch it earned:
Watching Winter and Notes on writing it
Tragedy and miracle, surviving alive from the waist up, and how half a life concentrates the rest; told in the poetic form with the enchanting name of envelope quintet: (abbba)

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Quoted in the Grove:

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye. ~Miss Piggy

It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.  ~Mignon McLaughlin

Men who don’t like girls with brains don’t like girls.  ~Mignon McLaughlin


Posted from the Grove:
Prewritten for Thurs (12/13) 5pm Pacific/8 Eastern is: The Inkblot – Write about what you see

The Writer’s Almanac, by Garrison Keillor
Begins with a poem (some will leave you breathless), includes segment histories of writers born on, and events of interest occurring on that date. Famous writers become people, twists of history open up and quotes are given background

Apologies to OdileC and anyone reviewed in this newsletter who don’t recognize their work in what they read in the Post & Review. The confusion is understandable, however all this editor can do when reviewing is to find a theme, phrase or feeling that shines at the moment and riff on it. This is the normal conversation that takes place between a writer and her reader

This editor is often surprised by the meaning that readers take away from his writing, so it is hoped the reader accepts that these reviews bring their own history to the page. It would be poison to our conversation to limit the varieties of opinion accepted. Therefore: no corrections, no constraints, no new understanding turned away

The pledge is to not knowingly violate the author’s intent. It is also possible to append your work with the notice: Not for review. You will still have your readers, and you continue to level up

Note: To level up faster as Author, use new books and scrolls for your drops in Wordgrove, or circulate and exchange with other circles in There. Each book gets one vote per avie, and that’s it

On the Platform floor in front of the library table is a book titled: … HOST AN EVENT! Hanging out in There with not much to do? Do you like surprises? Meeting new people? Got an hour? Host an event! You can talk about books and writing, or anything at all. Jessalee has compiled complete instructions for bringing out the event Flag. She makes it easy. These events also help the host level up in Social. Have fun while introducing Wordgrove to new writers!


@Writers Platform

Library Table:

~Piffin: Carousels of Glass
Excerpt, Chapter Thirty-Five ~ La Hacienda
Abrupt, words like shots, both brutal, twice proving that life is cheap; blood as artwork spurting red Pollock on the wall

~Greenie: Broken Doll
Toy on a shelf, broken out of the box, abandoned, never held in love; there aren’t dreams enough to stem the flow of tears
Disappearing into You – Dreamy music video, previously reviewed
Echoes of Smiles, p.r

Prewritten: sensitive, obsession

~GaryBob: 12/6  Pre-Written
Revenge, the obsession of self-destruction

~Piffin: .Terra Australis Incognita.
Down under, between the legs of mystery on one side and magical creatures on the other, down south in the underworlds of curiosity and obsession, down south of south is where upside down feels right

Impromptu: pillow, pandemonium

~Piffin: .Moment.
Years of inattention prove their point finally; a declaration of independence packed in the trunk, Nevada pinned on the map

~GaryBob/noxy: A Passable Prose
A collaborative effort, a kaleidoscope of images; yellow journalism where the reader is P’d on

~Jessalee: jessa impromptu
Personal prose and purple poetry; grateful for the choice of a new mom’s favorite pillow, or the platform in a banquet chat with friends

~Stejovis: two haiku and a tanka
The five syllables of pandemonium are turned to good use in these three poems; the first is recorded here as evidence of the match

upon my pillow
dreams in darkness fall into


Writers in Residence:

~Greymane @Greyed Expectations:
While pulling souls up from the well
I pulled too hard and pulled up Hell
She wrapped my mind up with her spell
How long I died, It’s hard to tell.

*Quoted, speaks for itself

~whitefeather @
Whitefeather introduces tanka poetry to Wordgrove, a form that Stejovis has taken interest in. The tanka poem is a breed seemingly sired by the tally poem (5 lines), in the womb of haiku. The structure in number of syllables: 5-7-5-7-7

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Quoted in the Grove:
I am a writer who wants his writing to have density. You don’t need a four-pound book. I want the story to have real voltage. A little writing can carry lots of volts. ~Ron Carlson

I don’t quite understand about understanding poetry. I experience poems with pleasure: whether I understand them or not, I’m not quite sure. I don’t want to read something I already know or which is going to slide down easily: there has to be some crunch, a certain amount of resilience. ~John Ashberry

There is a difference between a book of two hundred pages from the very beginning, and a book of two hundred pages which is the result of an original eight hundred pages. The six hundred are there. Only you don’t see them.
~Elie Wiesel


Posted from the Grove:
Prewritten for Thurs (11/01) at 5 pm Pacific/8 Eastern is: sensitive, obsession

If you are a writer, or reader and word lover, you may already get these two gifts in your inbox. This week the Post & Review happily recommends:
A Word a Day, by Anu Garg.
Wonderful words, many new ones, defined, brought alive; comes with a daily quote; it’s like eating dessert first, and it’s free:

Next week: Garrison Keillor’s, The Writer’s Almanac

This editor apologizes to Stejovis for incorrectly attributing his Shakespearean poem to another last week. A correction has been made in the online edition, but the apology belongs here. It is certain there will be future errors, and since corrections must be acknowledged and are easily made online, please tell this editor. Sooner is better

In time all the writings that WG authors have out in their pazs will have been reviewed, leaving this editor with nothing to do but sulk. Already the thinning out begins with the rest soon to follow. Of course readers are welcome, and visitors passing thru will find your work brand new, but Wordgrove has always been about writers writing.

Thursday Word Games have been a strike to the mother lode with new writing and talents, but the forest library wants reseeding too. Dig thru old folders, rummage thru drawers for work that deserves to see the light of day again. Write new stuff! Debut it on the Platform’s Library Table or in your paz, but DO it! Really! Give in to that urge to write! You won’t be sorry


@Writers Platform
The Library Table:

~Piffin: Trust
Tools of pain for pleasure until climax: as true in love-making as it is for words in books; thriving in the freedoms promoted by controls, trust being the must in the chains of love or author

Prewritten: time, opera

~Stejovis: In The Beginning
Relying on the slippery nature of its concept, a history of quantum mechanics using tricks of wordplay

~Piffin: .No Splinter, No Bell.
All the pleasures and ruts and understandings and all the pingings of sensation are cancelled out by nothingness and nothing, unless … nihilism redeemed by grace and love

~BarTalk: then she sang

Impromptu: chalk, perfume

~Stejovis: A Photo Not Taken
Picture an old woman, a street person, standing transfixed before a beauty parlor window; imagine all the stories that could be told of a life that would lead to this moment; be transfixed yourself by her yearning, unable to blink and tear itself away

~Piffin: .Port Ivory.
Steamy waterfront, steamed up industrials, seamed stockings to go with the click of heels and the feel of greasy money that’s used in betting; a few words and a world is created for an imagination to inhabit; someone (she?), circles the tables, stalking

~BarTalk: the season of geese


Writers in Residence:

~Greymane @Greyed Expectations: The plan
The world conquering ambition that tramples others to reach the tippy top of apex, discovers supreme loneliness, then Time chooses for the oppressed with a scythe

~Piffin @Cinderella Sneakers: Living

The pain beyond pacifying finds a remedy, and it’s a poison, shared with a partner; the atomic pain of heart-loss when only one returns from a forbidden trip; still looking tho, for a softer landing

~GaryBob @Wordgrove Outpost:
Welcome to the Wordgrove BABS Outpost!
Wordgrove’s air traffic center’s book of rules and guidelines promoting public safety and the congenial blending of flight paths during times of congestion; tour boats are provided with the single proviso: No three hour tours!

~OdileC @Crescendo: AJH  Forever More
One begins to be old when the last parent dies, new understandings arrive on schedule; the first whiff of mortality, sulphur and brimstone, or promise of reunion

Stejovis @Haiku Haven: quoted from, Etudes
fragrance of spring
lingers long in my yard;
calling the bee.

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