Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:

If I wanted to understand a culture, my own for instance, and if I thought such an understanding were the basis for a lifelong inquiry, I would turn to poetry first. For it is my confirmed bias that the poets remain the most ‘stunned by existence,’ the most determined to redeem the world in words.
~Carolyn D Wright

For every poet it is always morning in the world. History a forgotten, insomniac night; History and elemental awe are always our early beginning, because the fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world, in spite of History.
~Derek Walcott

For a true writer each book should be a new beginning where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. … It is because we have had such great writers in the past that a writer is driven far out past where he can go, out to where no one can help him.
~Ernest Hemingway

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Posted from the Grove:
Welcome back, Piffin. Otherwise, a quiet week in the grove

Prewritten for Thurs (03/14) 5pm PT/8 ET is: pillow talk

There was a story written in There1 about a pillow on the attack, disturbing and delightful enough to stick in memory. If a previous work answers the loose conditions for prewritten (only), this would be an acceptable drop. Altho missing the benefits of written exercise, still it adds to our library and the enjoyment of readers passing thru

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Greenie:
Were I
Bet the farm, lose the dream; nothing ventured, nothing gained; if I dared, would you respond

To Catch a Spill
A freshet of emotions, of dreams and observations rise behind the rocks, build inexorably until they overflow their barrier; a spill of words, and who’s to drink of its purity and freshness 

Glimpses
A southern night with fireflies, the moon and scudding clouds, what better could paradise offer

Within This Day
A day otherwise lost to memory has its picture painted … with words; most people work their days, eyes focused to achieve, some few are limited to being witness, given eyes whose only work is to see and be stunned 

~Stejovis: Word Sonnets  (14 word sonnets, variations)
Lines cut short to words, become poems, vertical linear poetry; sufficiently populated, qualification’s emancipation

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Prewritten: jello, wax

~Stejovis: Form Without Substance 
Wax as jello as art in a loop of self-parody

~BarTalk: dessert

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Impromptu: none
Evening long discussion of There, its future, news of friends, writing generally and various other detours all led to an evening eaten up with chat, no time left for Impromptu. That’s both the good news and the bad news

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Writers in Residence: No new drops (ahem)
Please notify this editor of any new drops in the grove. Focus of the Post & Review has gotten to be works left on the Platform, but found old favorites and new writings independent of Thurs’ Word Games are encouraged for your pazs. Rounds get made, but not often

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Quoted in the Grove:

I hit him to get his attention. I shot him to calm him down. I killed him to reason with him. ~Henry Rollins

I hate with a murderous hatred those men who, having lived their youth, would send into war other youth, not lived, unfulfilled, to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die. ~Mary Roberts Rinehart

The enemy is anybody who’s going to get you killed, no matter which side he’s on. ~Joseph Heller

End Quote:
People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf. ~George Orwell

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Posted from the Grove:

Prewritten for Thurs (03/07) 5pm PT/8pm ET is: jello, wax

The final performance at last week’s Wordgrove Prize Awards was a duet by OdileC and Namron singing Leonard Cohen’s anthem, Hallelujah. Long a favorite of this editor, a page was set aside on Wordgrove’s website with links to a few varied interpretations of Cohen’s classic. Sometimes comes the need for a stirring anthem, and it’s good having this page to go to: http://wordgrove.com/cohen.htm

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten: write about the worst lie that somebody told you 

~Piffin: .Soft, Whispered.
A litany of lies from every being alive, every belief and every fantasy, every committee and organization, but only one can be the worst, and God have mercy, it was ‘I love you’

~BarTalk: the evidence

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Impromptu: hat, wing

~Stejovis: Fiesta  (02.21 footprint, pinata)
In the day-to-day fiesta of life there are those who sniff and pass judgment on those afflicted with a sense of celebration; culture on the lawn or dance in the dust; pass the beer, share the cheer, and toast to those whose banter is only barely just

~Stejovis: Heart Messages  (02.28)
Decades of marriage build up an invisible language spoken entirely with the eyes; paragraphs pass in an instant, humor and brittle anger at the lies in a crowded room

~Piffin: Basilisk
Lethal gaze, toxic breath, it is a flying serpent and not Icarus rising to kiss the sky; below, the spirit and rule of royalty is merely a carved fixture lit with a holy light; hopeless desperation encased in gargoyle, but weathered stone that sheds a tear

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Writers in Residence:

~whitefeather @Dreaming Tree: Night Walk (quoted)

Moonlit night
I find myself walking
My shadow

~Stejovis @Meditatio: Orchestra Hall
Images of horror, massive destruction, loss of life, it could have been headlines out of a nightmare; engineers quietly save the day and pocket their secret, an engineer’s #2 pencil forfends the scythe of Death

~Greenie @I like the rain: A Storm Brewing
Her golden barometer of hair, the molten glory of their prediction say that a storm is a comin’ when his fingers spread their curls

~Aradriel @One Tree: Negative
If the wealth of life is embodied by owning materiel and amassing molecules of hard stuff, then spirit abides in the space between

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