Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
I am a writer who wants his writing to have density. You don’t need a four-pound book. I want the story to have real voltage. A little writing can carry lots of volts. ~Ron Carlson

I don’t quite understand about understanding poetry. I experience poems with pleasure: whether I understand them or not, I’m not quite sure. I don’t want to read something I already know or which is going to slide down easily: there has to be some crunch, a certain amount of resilience. ~John Ashberry

There is a difference between a book of two hundred pages from the very beginning, and a book of two hundred pages which is the result of an original eight hundred pages. The six hundred are there. Only you don’t see them.
~Elie Wiesel

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Posted from the Grove:
Prewritten for Thurs (11/01) at 5 pm Pacific/8 Eastern is: sensitive, obsession

If you are a writer, or reader and word lover, you may already get these two gifts in your inbox. This week the Post & Review happily recommends:
A Word a Day, by Anu Garg.
Wonderful words, many new ones, defined, brought alive; comes with a daily quote; it’s like eating dessert first, and it’s free:
http://www.wordsmith.org/awad/

Next week: Garrison Keillor’s, The Writer’s Almanac

This editor apologizes to Stejovis for incorrectly attributing his Shakespearean poem to another last week. A correction has been made in the online edition, but the apology belongs here. It is certain there will be future errors, and since corrections must be acknowledged and are easily made online, please tell this editor. Sooner is better
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In time all the writings that WG authors have out in their pazs will have been reviewed, leaving this editor with nothing to do but sulk. Already the thinning out begins with the rest soon to follow. Of course readers are welcome, and visitors passing thru will find your work brand new, but Wordgrove has always been about writers writing.

Thursday Word Games have been a strike to the mother lode with new writing and talents, but the forest library wants reseeding too. Dig thru old folders, rummage thru drawers for work that deserves to see the light of day again. Write new stuff! Debut it on the Platform’s Library Table or in your paz, but DO it! Really! Give in to that urge to write! You won’t be sorry

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@Writers Platform
The Library Table:

~Piffin: Trust
Tools of pain for pleasure until climax: as true in love-making as it is for words in books; thriving in the freedoms promoted by controls, trust being the must in the chains of love or author
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Prewritten: time, opera

~Stejovis: In The Beginning
Relying on the slippery nature of its concept, a history of quantum mechanics using tricks of wordplay

~Piffin: .No Splinter, No Bell.
All the pleasures and ruts and understandings and all the pingings of sensation are cancelled out by nothingness and nothing, unless … nihilism redeemed by grace and love

~BarTalk: then she sang
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Impromptu: chalk, perfume

~Stejovis: A Photo Not Taken
Picture an old woman, a street person, standing transfixed before a beauty parlor window; imagine all the stories that could be told of a life that would lead to this moment; be transfixed yourself by her yearning, unable to blink and tear itself away

~Piffin: .Port Ivory.
Steamy waterfront, steamed up industrials, seamed stockings to go with the click of heels and the feel of greasy money that’s used in betting; a few words and a world is created for an imagination to inhabit; someone (she?), circles the tables, stalking

~BarTalk: the season of geese

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Writers in Residence:

~Greymane @Greyed Expectations: The plan
The world conquering ambition that tramples others to reach the tippy top of apex, discovers supreme loneliness, then Time chooses for the oppressed with a scythe

~Piffin @Cinderella Sneakers: Living

The pain beyond pacifying finds a remedy, and it’s a poison, shared with a partner; the atomic pain of heart-loss when only one returns from a forbidden trip; still looking tho, for a softer landing

~GaryBob @Wordgrove Outpost:
Welcome to the Wordgrove BABS Outpost!
Wordgrove’s air traffic center’s book of rules and guidelines promoting public safety and the congenial blending of flight paths during times of congestion; tour boats are provided with the single proviso: No three hour tours!

~OdileC @Crescendo: AJH  Forever More
One begins to be old when the last parent dies, new understandings arrive on schedule; the first whiff of mortality, sulphur and brimstone, or promise of reunion

Stejovis @Haiku Haven: quoted from, Etudes
fragrance of spring
lingers long in my yard;
calling the bee.

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