Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:

I cannot and do not live in the world of discretion, not as a writer, anyway. I would prefer to, I assure you — it would make life easier. But discretion is, unfortunately, not for novelists.
~Philip Roth

My only advantage as a reporter is that I am so physically small, so temperamentally unobtrusive, and so neurotically inarticulate that people tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their best interests. And it always does. … Writers are always selling somebody out.
~Joan Didion

Discretion is not the better part of biography.
~Lytton Strachey

End quote:
I love you the more in that I believe you have liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.
~John Keats

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Posted from the Grove:
A quiet week in the grove. Time for another walkabout, see what new writings have been dropped. Next week will report on search for new activity

The large stage-filling screen is in place for picture shows. Medium and regular size screens can be re-positioned and used simultaneously

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Prewritten for Thurs (01.09) 6 pm PT/9 ET is: A book glows on a library shelf. Write about it

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table: No new drops

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 Prewritten:  hot tub, cider

~Stejovis: The Album
The DNA of memory encoded in songs; the gift of memories and revelation spool out from a spinning disk; the gift of self held in trust by a latticework of notes and lyrics, a bestowal of self freely given … but you don’t listen

~Greymane: untitled
Gathered around a campfire sharing war stories that used to be love; promises are deconstructed for reasons of noncompliance; dreams are peeled like onions to reveal failure at the core

~BarTalk: The Road Less Taken

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Impromptu: tango, street

~Piffin: haiku

~Greymane: untitled (quoted)

Just another tango down another lonely street
Further than I wagered but the journey’s not complete
I’ve emptied all my pockets and I’ve set my horses free
As I struggle to remember how perfection used to be

~Stejovis: haiku
Gang tuffs dance in violence, the wind sways in time with the moon

~BarTalk: haiku

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