Quoted in the Grove:
Whenever people say, ‘We mustn’t be sentimental,’ you can take it they are about to do something cruel. And if they add, ‘We must be realistic,’ they mean they are going to make money out of it.
~Brigid Brophy
When someone tells you something defies description, you can be pretty sure he’s going to have a go at it anyway.
~Clyde B Aster
No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.
~Henry Brooks Adams
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Posted from the Grove:
Starting Impromptu promptly an hour into Thurs Word Games seems to be winning the war against writer’s distraction. A major victory, but it’s only a tactical win. There is still the interminable process of selecting the words needed for fusing quotidian clay into nuclear art
Jessalee offered the solution of a word randomizer, so that all that’s needed is a harvest of words to fill the hopper, nouns and verbs for easy dispensing. Sweet. This also provides a convenient lead-in to this week’s Prewritten assignment. See below
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Prewritten for Thurs (04/11) 5 pm Pacific/8 Eastern is: Prepare a list with words for each letter of the alphabet
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@Writers Platform
Glass Table: No new drops
Prewritten: timber, elf
~Stejovis: Moving On
‘Cardboard caskets’, boxes of memories, dead weight to any but the owner now carting them away; the poet stores his on page, and this remembrance of another’s collection completes Mr Escher’s Mobius loop; trees were sacrificed to satisfy memory, boxes and pages for hoarding their history; museums for salvaged memories, storage with meaning for telling the story of life
~BarTalk: The Bastard Twin
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Impromptu: tipsy, cave
~Piffin: .Devices.
Crown, gown, throne: Royal furnishings for the Self that are a torture beneath the shine; elegant facades, devices that burn/choke/slice, when all that’s wanted is to play alone and unconfined
~Jessalee: untitled
Too much of war and mangled bodies, and sanity retreats in horror; the green therapy of nature and blue mountains blend with a smoking pipe to close the wound and leave a scar
~Stejovis: Tipsy Turf
The question be: do one be safe-playin’ in this churnin’ world, straight up until flat down; or be cave-livin’ with bottles aplenty to keep one goin’ happy-useless
~BarTalk: The Cave Runner
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Writers in Residence: No new drops
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