Quoted in the Grove:
Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
~EB White
Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.
~Victor Hugo
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid
~Albert Einstein
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Posted from the Grove:
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6 Scientific Reasons You Should Be Reading More
http://mentalfloss.com/article/541158/scientific-reasons-you-should-read-more
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Prewritten for Thurs 05/17 (6:00pm PT/9 ET): desk, morning
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@Writers Platform:
Prewritten ~ Choose 2 of 3: elm, tequila, concert
~BarTalk:
Headline
Tied some on with tequila
More than a few with rum
Dumber ‘n a dunce on one
Both at a concert once
Two Dead Corner 2nd & Elm
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Concert
Elms and Oaks in a grove
Gathered for a concert
Elmer Gantry was the band
AKA Elm, A Giant Tree, a
Grandstand band of trees
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5-7-5 x 2
frog songs line the pond
spring buds flood the elms with bees
cricket concerts air
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pumped on tequila
banditry among the elms
stole a virgin’s name
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Impromptu: Tunisia
~Piffin: “10:30 Flight”
The torrential rain made the going near to impossible.
The night was all wet, hot darkness, broken only by occasional flashes of lightning, which served to do little more than silhouette the broken wiper blades on the UN jeep he had commandeered, locked in place halfway up the windshield.
He drove as fast as the treacherous roads would allow.
It took him nearly two hours to reach Mandalay International—just in time to watch her plane lift from the tarmac, Tunisia-bound.
The engagement ring sat, useless, in his shirt pocket.
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~Matttt: Tunisia
To the North
was a vast water expanse
beyond which classics born
Upon shores, sailors skirt the Symplegades
Ne’re would be the moment sun would set
For’er is Mediterranean Sun
For’er the beasts at our back
We are the coast and trade
Crushed between Empire and Tribe
These shores were not meant for this
But this is our land
There is nothing else
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~Greymane: untitled
Tunisia on the western coast across the salty sea
Amnesia whispers silent ghosts who died to make them free
The desert sings a lonely song a little numb for some
Singing soft savanna winds that echo what’s to come
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~ElizaRubi: Tunisia
One girl by the name of Artisia
Had dream that she is in Tunisia
But morning was disappointment
She missed the doctor’s appointment
And she wasn’t getting amnesia,
It was just induced anesthesia.
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~BarTalk: Other Shoe
The news is appalling
The bombs are falling
Casablanca is calling
But Tunisia is stalling
No immigrants at all
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This issue smells differently…with something uniquely fresh!