Quoted in the Grove:
Intelligence is the capacity to know what we are doing and instinct is just instinct. The results are about the same.
~Will Cuppy
The important thing to know is that you never know. You’re always sort of feeling your way.
~Dianne Arbus
The biggest lie we tell ourselves is that it could have been any different.
~E Manning-Pogé
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Posted from the Grove:
Jessalee is hosting a Caroling Party on Thurs, the 19th, @8pm PT/11 pm ET. The place: Wordgrove’s pier @Cannery Row. This invitation goes out to all singers, even to noted song assassins. No names here, but prime offenders who share the same initials as this editor are welcome, but encouraged to hum along, silently. The time was chosen to allow regular Word Gamers to complete their Impromptus for the week. Everyone is welcome. Please join us. These are good times
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Prewritten for Thurs (12.12) 6 pm PT/9 ET is: A sonnet, theme of choice. Regular 14 line poem or 14 line word sonnet, or both
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@Writers Platform
Glass Table: no new drops
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Prewritten: Write a letter to your 23 year old self giving your best advice from the future
~Greymane: Advice from present day me to 23 year old me
Cherish the moment, even the mistakes (which hold lessons); listen to your inner voice, especially the one that says ‘don’t drink that’
~Piffin: Two-Cent Bauble
On the advisability of giving advice: Don’t
~DWade_3: DW PW
Focus on your real self, your soul identity, your one and only; your body is your single-issue vehicle for getting thru life, there is no trade in, maintain it; a writer’s pox-of-the-soul processed into medicine, live-virus inoculations that infect the artist >> transformed into restoratives for others on the road
BarTalk: Advice: There are consequences (eof)
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Impromptu: recover, syndrome
~DWade_3: 12/5/13
Recovery is a bitch, make it stop
~Piffin: “Crash Clown”
Hitch confessions to a star before starfall; the fall-out of flirtation, the steadfast care of a splash-down crew and the kiss that makes it well
~Greymane: haiku
Heart aflutter, night mysteries and wonder
~Stejovis: haiku extravaganza
Late at night in the last day of the winter season, a prayer for sunlight again
~BarTalk: not a haiku
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