Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
It is perfectly legitimate to write novels which are essentially prose poems, but in the end, I think, a novel is like a car, and if you buy a car and grow flowers in it, you’re forgetting that the car is designed to take you somewhere else.
~Robert Harris

A good writer is basically a story teller, not a scholar or a redeemer of mankind.
~Isaac Bashevis Singer

I don’t know of a greater privilege than being allowed to tell a story, or to listen to a story. They’re the only thing we have that can trump life itself.
~Colum McCann

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Posted from the Grove:
2013 was not a lucky year in telling ways, and not a few will be glad to see it gone. The immediate goal is to enter the new year with friends, with hope and joy and thoughts of safety. Yes, and fun. Have lots of it. And pay attention. Maybe you’ll see something you can use in your writing

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Prewritten for Thurs (10.24) 6 pm PT/9 ET is: English sonnet
For specifics on the English sonnet, please follow the link below. Attention students: You must read this page that you copy/paste for your paper in English class, or it will be obvious. You will be dinged for plagiarism. Everyone else, enjoy this knowledge of sonnets made flesh and accessible
http://www.sonnets.org/basicforms.htm

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:
Piffin: reprinted from Sinister Wisdom Poems
http://sinisterwisdom.org/SW90

“sunday afternoon”
The push <-> pull of being naked, attraction & hesitation, the empty/full of sex and intimate alienation

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“The Woman You Need”
A declaration of independence branded in flesh, the knowledge seared in with lessons from life; the frictions of desire with echoes of Dylan (it ain’t me, babe) then parry attention with a retreating knife

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Prewritten: Italian sonnet
~Stejovis: Ode to Obstinance

In coming to agreement, every stout opinion is like another swing of the club in golf; the more of them, the less well played the game

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The Siren Does Not Share (quoted in full)

what she wants she schemes to take

and when she has it
in her possession

she can think of no other
way to keep it to herself alone

than to devour it.

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~Greymane: Dreaming
Rahab, Rapunzel and Helen :: Jericho, Disney and Troy; a plea to their descendents, tear down the walls with the nightmares they employ

~Piffin: “Christmas Morning”
The forecast called for snow, but it rained (with a delicious warmth instead); hot heat between the sheets and love reigned with foreplay in their bed

~BarTalk: Close the door

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Impromptu: bitter, spiral
~Piffin: “Gabriel, Atlantic City”
Two is twice as good as one at love, and three is exponential; juices flow like honeyed wine and intoxicate with potential

~DWade_3: Haiku
The acid backwash of memory

~Stejovis: Spot Dead On
It’s all fun and games until the stakes get serious; when someone dies

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Writers in Residence:
~Greymane @Greyed Expectations: Black Hole
The gravity of a deed where hope is crushed and no light escapes

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End Quote:
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
~T S Eliot

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