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Quoted In The Grove:
I never have to lie to anyone because I don’t fear anyone. The only time you lie is when you are afraid.
~John Gotti

The people who lie the most are nearly always the clumsiest at it, and they’re easier to fool with lies than most people, too. You’d think they’d be on the look-out for lies, but they seem to be the very ones that will believe almost anything at all.
~Dashiell Hammett

The point of modern propaganda isn’t only to misinform or push an agenda. It is to exhaust your critical thinking, to annihilate truth.
~Garry Kasparov

EndQuote:
Once a country is habituated to liars, it takes generations to bring the truth back.
~Gore Vidal

 

Harvested: DailyPnut (news e-zine)
Curated: Wordgrove

 

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 06/27:   cope, faint

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Posted from the Grove

Perhaps We’re Being Dense. Rejection Letters Sent to Famous Writers
https://lithub.com/perhaps-were-being-dense-rejection-letters-sent-to-famous-writers/

Compliments: DailyPnut.com

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Vimeo Video
~Cidney Hue: Ovum   (7:45)
https://vimeo.com/341090511

 

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Syntax Prison

Music scored and stored
Words share a language
Notes as words as music
Compose and edit rhythms
Warden Editor conducts

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Marketing News

War! Dens of Legalized Thieves
Drunk Moose Ignites Inferno
Headline themes meant to tease
Make it BIG!
Reads the memo stamped Internal

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5-7-5 x 4

conservatory
Plan Curfew: at music dorm
warden’s last bed check
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lower the drawbridge
warden of the heart eclipsed
music overrules
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strike the loud music
empty bed prison warden
pardon my escape
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muse icky with smarm
to ward engines of war off
stands accused of lies

 

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Quoted In The Grove:
I gave my father $100 and said, ‘Buy yourself something that will make your life easier.’ So he went out and bought a present for my mother.
~Rita Rudner

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.
~Nina LaCour

He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
~Jonathan Safran Foer

EndQuote:
I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us.
~Umberto Eco

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 06/20:   warden, music

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Posted from the Grove

ALL THE WORDS:  The real meanings of slang, emoji, and other weird “words”
https://www.dictionary.com/e/all-the-words/?param=HPhttps://www.dictionary.com/e/all-the-words/?param=HP

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~Norah Jones:   Don’t Know Why    (3:12)

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~Greenie @I Like The Rain
Morning Meet

Tiny wings flutter
soft winds brush my cheek
twinkling sounds ring
from the twittering beak

Brave little mister
dew drops on demand
ruby throat flashes
as he nears my hand

Fingertip offered
a half moon of sweet
golden sunbeams bright
morning meet complete

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Glass Table:

You ARE

You applaud my drive,
Thank you so much,
for being so funny & ‘touched.’

You are —
Wonder & Grace
You are–
My favorite face
in this space
You are–
Passion and laughter
You are–
Like the Counting Crows album:
August, and Everything After
You are —
My prescription LSD
Magnetic and free
You are —
The Architect of safety and warm hugs
humorous and full of love

~Mary Magdalene O’Neal

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Prewritten:  shrine, city

~BarTalk:
Worship

Not in the wild wood
Nor the city of man
Deep sea to the stars
Shines a light as bright
As my love’s naked shrine

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Cityscape

Some would argue that the City lives
Breathes us in and out like oxygen
Takes a name earns a reputation
As destination’s other home

Penthouse uptown enshrined in law
While downtown streets school the barrio
Find harmless crimes on lists that bind
While shrines are graves that money buys

Crowded hives a briar patch
Driven lives of human scramble
Find love among the barriers
Obstacles and bramble

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Higher Calling

Who dares the sky too high untethered
Cawed Crow as CEO of Murder One United
But who croaks the words of his martinet
Quoth Dove the Hawk from high above their zoo

While airily debating the best place for dining
Whether city the beach or a burg
The soaring city citer lost to Crow snatching burgers
Lost to the low flying scavenger’s urge

So build a shrine to Icarus
For the ill-fated death of a notable son
A noble attempt flew too close to the sun
For a low shabby death just like everyone

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5-7-5 x 2

he scans the sky
city sleeps in peace at night
her shrine crowns the hill
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rich city slicker
checked Guinness Book of Records
bought himself a shrine

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Quoted In The Grove:
Like music and art, wilderness can be defined only on its own terms. The less talk, the better.
~Ansel Adams

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
~Maya Angelou

Without music, life would be a mistake.
~Friedrich Nietzsche

EndQuote:
No matter how corrupt, greedy, and heartless our government, our corporations, our media, and our religious & charitable institutions may become, the music will still be wonderful.
~Kurt Vonnegut

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 06/16:  city, shrine

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Posted from the Grove

~Gareth Branwyn: How to Be a Better Writer
If counterintuitive to this editor’s practice in small ways, very useful
https://medium.com/better-humans/how-to-be-a-better-writer-a3c877f67a5c

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Because you haven’t seen everything yet
http://www.hintmag.com/wigs-on-asses-ana-hell–february-27-2017-2326-fashion?mc_cid

Compliments: Rusty’s Electric Dream

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Prewritten Exercise:  wishbone, spider

~BarTalk:
She He They

She
Couldn’t tell tarantula from a wild tarantella
Nor a spider from the dance at the sight of one
He
Was the same who took a wishbone home
Believed in the bone it gave if you wished for one
They
Are happy now together at last
Love is strange the universe vast

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Post-Nups

Wed at The Wishbone where serendipity met
Pledged where the rivers join at Wishbone Bend
A spider dangles loosely in the sacred hush
Patient as Satan near the burning bush

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Christmas Wish

Bone dry water empty kibble bowls
In a season of giving among generous souls
Only I saw Roxy fake-sniff the yams
Do the dodge ’n dart ’n quick grab the ham
Do the skid ‘n scoot
Spied her on the lam
So we made Noel the most-of instead of least-of
And celebrated Christmas as our Feast of the Pizza

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incantation

wishbone broken bone
spider and ladder
surprise him with face time
share sudden space/time
with this painter
briefly

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5-7-5 x 5

spider web brush by
unmanly screams shred the night
wishbone for a spine
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wishbone cleaned and bleached
black spider, no poison, pinned
trophies of the hunt
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age spots, spider veins
future plans not an issue
wishbone is broke too
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discarded wishbone
would have but for the spider
someone’s wasted wish
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dry brittle wishbone
winner gets the bananas
spider monkey rules

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Quoted in The Grove:
There are two kinds of people, those who do the work and those who take the credit. Try to be in the first group; there is less competition there.
~Indira Gandhi

There are only two kinds of scholars; those who love ideas and those who hate them.
~Emile Chartier

There are two kinds of people; those who divide people into two kinds, and those who don’t.
~unknown

EndQuote
There are three kinds of people; those who are good at math, and those who aren’t.
~unknown

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 06/06:   spider, wishbone

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Posted From the Grove

Vimeo Videos:

~Jason McColgan:   The Wait ~ A Story    (4:38)

Mumford & Sons:   Beloved ~ A Song    (4:51)

~Bradley Tangonan:   Kaholo’A’Ā ~ A Nature Video    4:07)

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Prewritten:   trigger, twice

~BarTalk:
Hokey History #2

It was Roy of the range and not Mr Rogers
The one riding Trigger and not he of the ‘hood
Rounding up all the rustlers he could muster
Painting it pretty ignoring the blood
Winning weekly with Gotcha at Post Office posters
Twice as good with a song as he was with a gun
A true son of pioneers when we were innocent and young

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Merry-Go-Round

Hoity toity versus the hoi poloi
Singing martial verses as the police deploy
Fingers on triggers itchy and twitchy
Boss of da bosses feeling witchy and bitchy
Half the sense times twice the distance
Page turned in history begins with an instance

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5-7-5 x 6

first fright triggers flight
twice the eyes catch in passing
and the smile is real
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twice burned lesson learned
triggered reflex shies away
what the wild world sees
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aye, twice abandoned
pull the trigger thus, my love
send me on my way
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spring pollinating
pollen triggered sneeze assault
twice today dammit
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twice, I remember
the smell triggered memories
coming and going
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a stroll in the park
a trigger in the shadows
once to kill, then twice

 

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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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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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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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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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