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

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

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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

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

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@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

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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

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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

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

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