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Quoted In The Grove:
The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
~Nadine Gordimer

Between truth and the search for truth, I opt for the second.
~Bernard Berenson

Truth is mighty and will prevail. There is nothing the matter with this, except that it ain’t so.
~Mark Twain

EndQuote:
literature: “It’s the best way of telling the truth; it’s a process of producing grand, beautiful, well-ordered lies that tell more truth than any assemblage of facts. Beyond that … [it’s] delight in, and play with, language; also, a curiously intimate way of communicating with people whom you will never meet.”
~Julian Barnes

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 05/30:  trigger, twice

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Posted from the Grove

By Request:
Kennedy Center Honors
~Led Zeppilin’s Stairway To Heaven
Featuring: Heart   (6:50)

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Vimeo Video
~Sofie Lee:  Dream   (2:50)

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten:   climate, corridor

~BarTalk:
Family

Crisscrossing corridors
Slamming doors open and shut
Climate changes cloud formations
Fragrant in the hallways
Fresh from the kitchen
Beats with a heart bigger than God

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ditzy ditty

a couple lapse, apocalypse
words become preposterous
climate grows disastrous
this chaos can’t be good for us
nor the kids coming after us
corridors fill used as graves
until there’s no one left to save
except survivors

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3 Cheers 4 Beer

Climate: trumped up fears
Declare: the enemy nears
Empire dream not yet o’er
Forges corridors to war
Prey-n-Pray 4 no hangover

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history again

corridors walked take time to travel
doors, the four walls’ passage to unravel
climate of the time disheveled and baffled
kids get bet against their futures raffled
crime’s the time spent under the gavel
contemplating cell walls new home and hovel

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5-7-5 x 3

question of climate
corridor to extinction
second chance or not
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sudden climate change
airless corridor white light
is that all there is
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climb eight mountains twice
the corps adores achievers
those who kill and die

 

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Quoted In The Grove:
Enthusiasm is the best protection in any situation. Wholeheartedness is contagious. Give yourself, if you wish to get others.
~David Seabury

If you have enthusiasm, you have a very dynamic, effective companion to travel with you on the road to Somewhere.
~Loretta Young

Indeed, there is an eloquence in true enthusiasm that is not to be doubted.
~Washington Irving

EndQuote:
If you aren’t fired with enthusiasm, you will be fired with enthusiasm.
~Vince Lombardi

 

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 05/23:  spectrum, corridor

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Posted from the Grove:

~Dictionary.com:  Changing Passive Voice to Active
https://www.dictionary.com/e/active-vs-passive-voice/?param=HP

 

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@Writers Platform

Glass Table:

return of Spring

Spring, today you thaw our hearts,
in brave and redolent lightness,

God’s serene and happy soil, and this limitless earth, again, alive!

Sprung up from convoluted winter……

To walk the simple road, again we turn to you,
You’ve melted winter’s misshapen projections!

And only but a reminiscence of Winter’s drama come
and gone remains,

..like the expectant Amaryllis by her window….
Such intense thoughts one another’d drained, deprived
of breath, though profound, or true,

with drooping eyes, we’d resigned ourselves to reminisce..

the moon’s sympathetic gleam in her glance..
such quietude, which hard and stony words,
though unaware, attack…

We stole the dense night without any moon.

So at last, Spring, a moment our silent souls ponder
your lambent light, nature’s artless way, lilac’s fragrant
voice, and forsythia smiles..

We smile too, and contemplate the lost majestic lover,
whose careless pride could pierce a heart like ours,
though if they had only but known,… to be mine this
proud conversation could, with Time…

Oh Spring, such fragile and tender hearts are born for you-
miracle of insects at sunset, hummingbird outside our window..

Safe in your fragrant air, we drink in again a breath of
life.

~Kristina Foltz

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Prewritten:  blink, snare

~BarTalk:
Courtship

Brimful eyes and tearful sighs
Cuts a big man down to size
Takes no skill to force a blink
That needs true romance for a wink
Cookin’s good but not the best
Lookin’ good not overly blest
Never warned of love’s cloying brine
Trapped by tears, snared by cryin’

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Choice

One’s not only lonely when one’s alone
Just as Love’s only lovely when Love’s in one
From dark winter freeze to bright fireside
One night one might trip the snare and pay
Or think too long and blink the chance away

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Snared

Eyes wide in surprise
Shocking sudden of peril
Shortcut a detour in disguise
A blink, then nothing

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loop of facts a noose
snares of woven hair declare
Guilty, blinks online

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Quoted In The Grove:
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
~Patrick Rothfuss

Don’t you find it odd,” she continued, “that when you’re a kid, everyone, all the world, encourages you to follow your dreams. But when you’re older, somehow they act offended if you even try.”
~Ethan Hawke

When humans were young, they were pushed around in strollers. When they were old, they were pushed around in wheelchairs. In between, they were just pushed around.
~Tom Robbins

EndQuote
It’s paradoxical that the idea of living a long life appeals to everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn’t appeal to anyone.
~Andy Rooney

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Posted from the Grove

Animated:
~Nate Milton:  ELI   (11:11)
https://vimeo.com/332708894

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 05/16:  blink, snare

Prewritten:   froth, reflect

~BarTalk:
but which

pristine stillness
of the reflecting pool
free of ripples
at peace with itself
no need for rules

teeming fertile froth
a raft of pond scum
mosquitoes and tadpoles
five carp three ducks
heaven and earth
but which

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Science Of Love

Heady spoon-thick cappuccino froth
Two fragile bubbles foamed of love
Empty notions on ready tap
Facing mirrors reflect on both
And with their doubled image prove
Infinity times nothing
‘Tis no fertile broth
Graphs to zero on the map

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5-7-5 x 2

seaside to decide
salty froth or sally forth
tidal pools reflect
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saloon mirror glows
reflects dance hall girls on stage
makes me beer froth up

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Quoted In The Grove:
Aphorisms respect the wisdom of silence by disturbing it, but briefly.
~Yahia Lababidi

Silence at the proper season is wisdom, and better than any speech.
~Plutarch

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
~Rabindranath Tagore

EndQuote:
No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.
~Ernest Hemingway

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Posted from the Grove

New Music: Gaelynn Lea

Watch the World Unfold   (4:08)
Lost In The Woods   (2:23)

Breathe, You Are Alive   (4:07)

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 05/09:   froth, reflect

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@Writers Platform

Glass Table:

Golden Bandana

Our days are comprised of a long sequence of routine events, yet every once in a while a singular unexpected moment can define how we see the world. This painting and poem imagine one such encounter.

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Gathered my bones to sit on the stoop
Watching the world clatter on.
Wheels spin and exhaust
Bi-peds wander by lost
Fixed to their palms
Tapping and swiping through
Tunnels sans walls.
Harsh booming this dissonant scene
Suggested the thought of an exit
When there from stage left
She emerged.

Dressed in green flowing
Like the crest of a wave
Growing the light from
Above a bandana of gold.
A sudden wind snapped
Turning her cheek
And there our eyes met,
Her stride did not waiver while her
Gaze locked on mine.
In that moment all the world smiled
The air suddenly mild
Vibrations of bright and soft humming.

Across the way, out of the blue
A man with a coat the same color
Threatened to pass in between.
Instead she side stepped then vanished
And left beyond the prayer trees.
The lug lumbered on not knowing
A gift he upended.
With the moment suspended
I sat chin in hand
Frustrated and wanting
Sighing then smiling
Trying to hold on to the
Bandana of gold.

Artwork and poem by:
~Greg Thweatt

A song on letting go by Ingrid Michaelson – Maybe

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Prewritten:   charm, costume

~BarTalk
Next Legend

Ripped body special cape
Uniquely wow new power
Fatal charm quirky smile
Challenges to die for
But costume makes the man

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5-7-5 x 7

costume amulet
a charm to tame intrepid
ignite insipid
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costumed riverbed
moss and rocks and trees that charm
water streaming live
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costumed in cotton
utter charm old frayed comfort
tossed out in tatters
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love or hate disguised
dangerous costume for spies
charm disarms instead
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October costumes
charmed season rainbow foliage
Halloween on stage
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undetectable
chameleon in costume
has no thought of charm
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costume uniforms
orthodoxy staged with charm
uniform costumes

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