Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:

God runs electromagnetics by wave theory on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and the Devil runs them by quantum theory on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
~Sir William Bragg

We live in a Newtonian world of Einsteinian physics ruled by Frankenstein logic.
~David Russell

In mathematics you don’t understand things. You just get used to them.
~Johann von Neumann

~

End Quote:
We are here and it is now. Further than that all human knowledge is moonshine.
~H L Mencken

~~

Posted from the Grove:

Since the passing of Disky (Francis 7’s wife), the retirement of WG’s memorial paz, In Transit, has undergone rethinking.  Bettina has her place with us in Bedd Meadow, but she was our own WG Nutter, and our loss needed expression. That seemed enough

But the recent passing of Disky and LauraQT596 (Thumdar’s sister), provides vivid reminder of our own appointment at the Door, and maybe a place for sharing loss and memories would be a place worth having again, might be a place with palpable meaning. Follow the spine of landscape above Bedd Meadow to find In Transit on Memory Hill

Links to three memorial videos are currently in place. One features our own Bettina in cameo shots. Poems, songs, anecdotal memories, videos, or any effort to share the memory of a loved one is welcome here. Send this editor the information you wish recorded for dropping. No renewed drops are required

~

Prewritten for Thurs (04/04) 5 pm PT/8 ET is: timber, elves

~~

@Writers Platform

Glass Table:

~Piffin: .Alleyway Anthems. (Vol I, II, III)
The lyrics alone, read as poems, have harder edges and bite deeper when not married up and softened by music; ah, but the crimson richness, the luxuries of aural beauty, the layered textures, the sacred soul of life that music imparts to words … then hit it with a thunderbolt of sex and rock ’n roll

.Up In Back, Beneath A Tree.
Because of life there’s a death to go thru, but the question of immediacy looms more certain for some; the intensity of time escaping sharpens awareness, the loss of wasted minutes, even squandered seconds feel like wounds, a crime against life; despite the overgrown gravestone, the certainty of anonymity within a century, years hence when the last memory dies

~

Prewritten: spring break, closed doors

~Stejovis: For Matthew from his Lady  (3/21/13: ledge, moor)
Oh, to be Lord of the manor with the power of death in hand and to be jealous of a tree; another’s initials cut deep where his should be and the more wrenching her plea, the more insistent his resolve

~Piffin: .Duke.
Name is destiny when tagged with the moniker, Duke; splendid adventures are a given, superior qualities number like stars, the stride is of a Titan to a man with the handle of Duke

~

Impromptu: flight, paw

~Piffin: .The Woman You Need.
You can’t always get what you want, you don’t even get what you need; the issue is of ownership, and the sizzle you see is out of reach, would only burn you anyway

~BarTalk: Icarus and Daedalus

~~

Writers in Residence: Scouting rounds of Wordgrove turned up no new work

~ . ~

Read Full Post »

Quoted in the Grove:

Remember, that if thou marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance will neither last nor please thee one year; and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all; for the desire dieth when it is attained, and the affection perisheth when it is satisfied.
~Sir Walter Raleigh

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
~William Somerset Maugham

I love you, period.
Do you love me, question mark?
Please, please, exclamation point!
(I wanna hold you) in parentheses …
~Dan Baird

~~

Posted from the Grove:
This week, a brief Post & Review. Stejovis creates a significant vacancy when duty keeps him away, and rounds for Writers in Residence have been postponed for another week

Nobody showed up just for chat this week, which was sad, but those who did shared a commitment to writing, and the Impromptu is back. Mind you, chat carried on long after the exercise ended, but a balance was restored

~

Prewritten for Thurs (03/28) 5 pm PT/8 ET is: spring break, closed doors

~~

@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Piffin: .Alleyway Anthems. (Vol I, II, III)
An intriguing new way of utilizing the Glass Table for introducing original work in There; lyrics for 11 songs with links to their recordings (both studio and demo) can be found in 3 volumes, listening time approximately 40 minutes; intrepid lyricist also composes some of the music, provides backup keyboard and vocals on some cuts   

~

Prewritten: ledge, moor

~Piffin: Cinderella’s Tracking Arm
Once the needle marks are introduced, not even adoring fans and fine spun poetry gets between talent, a girl and her fate; a terrific loss, but the rags and mags need their stories to sell, and the next one is cued to burst onstage

~BarTalk: Last Harvest

~

Impromptu: stevedore, alchemy

~Piffin: .Eddie.
He’s the local listen-dispenser and pours a sympathetic drink; a master of medicine in two disciplines, he’s shocked to learn he’s loved

~Jessalee: pour mon oncle Roland
The place: a maritime province, by the sea; the man: forsaking verdant green, he chose the bountiful restless blue; the work: the hard toil and life-long task of transforming a mortal soul into gold; the end:  a metamorphosis accomplished with his parting words, ‘see you soon’

~BarTalk: Blackest Magic

~~

Writers in Residence:
The editor will be making rounds of the grove this week looking for new work to review

~ . ~

Read Full Post »

Quoted in the Grove:

In the middle of life it happens that death comes and measures man. The visit is forgotten and life continues. But the suit is made, quietly.
~Tomas Transtromer

To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
~Mary Oliver

This is true happiness: …To have the stars above, the land to your left and the sea to your right and to realize of a sudden that in your heart, life has accomplished its final miracle: it has become a fairy tale.
~Nikos Kazantzakis

~~

Posted from the Grove:
Another week has come and gone with no time left for the Impromptu exercise at our club’s Thurs Word Games. One begins to appreciate choosing the apple in Eden, when the options here are the work of writing and the seductions of Chat; but the purpose of writing is the purpose of this club and these Thurs meetings. To bring practice more in line with this goal, a set time is being established to start Impromptu each week

The usual meeting time still applies (5 pm PT / 8 ET), but the work of Impromptu starts an hour later at 6 and 9 pm, respectively. To speed the prompt decision along, everyone attending should be vigilant week-long for the one word or theme they’d like to suggest. The usual mashup can proceed from there (an ugly process similar to the making of sausage and laws: see Prewritten below )

~

Prewritten for Thurs (03/21) 5 pm Pacific/8 Eastern is: ledge, moors

~~

@Writers Platform
Glass Table: (previously reviewed: pr)

~Greenie: Silent Song (pr) To Catch a Spill, Within This Day, Glimpses, Were I  (pr 3/7)

~AidenScott: ~A Broken Map ~
The fun years, brutal years of discovery and disappointment, brilliant hopes and wild abandon, feeling abandoned, the first agonies of learning goodbye, the hard truths of arriving at Self with nothing reliable to use as a map; all the joys of life under the rubric of youth looking for a reason to carry on

~HOME~
Pecan trees, five in number, launching pads for a lad to stellar heights of imagination; dream havens, each a fortress of unquestioning love with views to last memory for life; even now they stand, veterans of the seasons and years, full-proud with the dignity of survivors still giving in return for the privilege of life

~

Prewritten: pillow talk

~Stejovis: no title
Last of the day late-night talks, muttered answers, cozied grunts and chuckles, soft laughter in the dark … but that was then

Also a tanka poem, and the following ‘bastardized haiku’

long langorous love
like lolling liquid labor
leaves little lacking

~Greenie: Feel Me Love, A Spilling of A Dream
Legends speak of spirits of seduction who are evil in their dealings with humankind, yet incubus and succubus meet tenderly in their own world of dreams and love

~Piffin: Saint Rita
Patron saint of lost causes and abused women is called in as God’s mechanic to fix things spiraling out of control … too late

~BarTalk: pillow talk

~

Impromptu: none

~~

Writers in Residence: No new reports, no rounds this week

~ . ~

Read Full Post »