Archive for December, 2012

Quoted in the Grove:

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye. ~Miss Piggy

It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.  ~Mignon McLaughlin

Men who don’t like girls with brains don’t like girls.  ~Mignon McLaughlin


Posted from the Grove:
Prewritten for Thurs (12/13) 5pm Pacific/8 Eastern is: The Inkblot – Write about what you see

The Writer’s Almanac, by Garrison Keillor
Begins with a poem (some will leave you breathless), includes segment histories of writers born on, and events of interest occurring on that date. Famous writers become people, twists of history open up and quotes are given background

Apologies to OdileC and anyone reviewed in this newsletter who don’t recognize their work in what they read in the Post & Review. The confusion is understandable, however all this editor can do when reviewing is to find a theme, phrase or feeling that shines at the moment and riff on it. This is the normal conversation that takes place between a writer and her reader

This editor is often surprised by the meaning that readers take away from his writing, so it is hoped the reader accepts that these reviews bring their own history to the page. It would be poison to our conversation to limit the varieties of opinion accepted. Therefore: no corrections, no constraints, no new understanding turned away

The pledge is to not knowingly violate the author’s intent. It is also possible to append your work with the notice: Not for review. You will still have your readers, and you continue to level up

Note: To level up faster as Author, use new books and scrolls for your drops in Wordgrove, or circulate and exchange with other circles in There. Each book gets one vote per avie, and that’s it

On the Platform floor in front of the library table is a book titled: … HOST AN EVENT! Hanging out in There with not much to do? Do you like surprises? Meeting new people? Got an hour? Host an event! You can talk about books and writing, or anything at all. Jessalee has compiled complete instructions for bringing out the event Flag. She makes it easy. These events also help the host level up in Social. Have fun while introducing Wordgrove to new writers!


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Library Table:

~Piffin: Carousels of Glass
Excerpt, Chapter Thirty-Five ~ La Hacienda
Abrupt, words like shots, both brutal, twice proving that life is cheap; blood as artwork spurting red Pollock on the wall

~Greenie: Broken Doll
Toy on a shelf, broken out of the box, abandoned, never held in love; there aren’t dreams enough to stem the flow of tears
Disappearing into You – Dreamy music video, previously reviewed
Echoes of Smiles, p.r

Prewritten: sensitive, obsession

~GaryBob: 12/6  Pre-Written
Revenge, the obsession of self-destruction

~Piffin: .Terra Australis Incognita.
Down under, between the legs of mystery on one side and magical creatures on the other, down south in the underworlds of curiosity and obsession, down south of south is where upside down feels right

Impromptu: pillow, pandemonium

~Piffin: .Moment.
Years of inattention prove their point finally; a declaration of independence packed in the trunk, Nevada pinned on the map

~GaryBob/noxy: A Passable Prose
A collaborative effort, a kaleidoscope of images; yellow journalism where the reader is P’d on

~Jessalee: jessa impromptu
Personal prose and purple poetry; grateful for the choice of a new mom’s favorite pillow, or the platform in a banquet chat with friends

~Stejovis: two haiku and a tanka
The five syllables of pandemonium are turned to good use in these three poems; the first is recorded here as evidence of the match

upon my pillow
dreams in darkness fall into


Writers in Residence:

~Greymane @Greyed Expectations:
While pulling souls up from the well
I pulled too hard and pulled up Hell
She wrapped my mind up with her spell
How long I died, It’s hard to tell.

*Quoted, speaks for itself

~whitefeather @
Whitefeather introduces tanka poetry to Wordgrove, a form that Stejovis has taken interest in. The tanka poem is a breed seemingly sired by the tally poem (5 lines), in the womb of haiku. The structure in number of syllables: 5-7-5-7-7

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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


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:

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

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


@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

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

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


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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