Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.
~Hunter S. Thompson

It ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.
~Jack Kerouac

To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.
~Allen Ginsberg

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Announcements:
The Prewritten assignment for Thursday, January 23 is: Write something (poetry, prose, journal, graffiti, hate mail, etc.) containing the words “cascade” and “trinket.” Although those words were also used for this week’s 2nd Impromptu Challenge, this is not a typo. The words were so well-liked, the group decided to use them again.

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On the Glass Table:
~Bartalk:
Legends of the Whale (Prose, previously reviewed)
Show Me (Poetry, previously reviewed)

~Piffin: A Thousand Thousand Names (Prose)
An experimental piece, written for a friend.
The document contains an excerpt only. The completed work can be read at:
http://ledzeptshirt.wordpress.com/a-thousand-thousand-names/
Password is: wordgrove

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Prewritten (January 16): One of the books in the library glows.

~Bartalk: Library Day (Prose)
Excerpt:
I retreated to my favorite reading nook, an over-stuffed chair in a secluded corner, and turned pages. Page after page I read the continuing story of my life, in detail. It was a journalized biography of my life written in the dry non-poetic style of a court reporter. And everything was there. Every kindness, every moment, every fall…everything…

~Stejovis: Untitled (Poetry)
Excerpt:
In this story a book is a living thing
filled with thoughts to share
and openly revealing all it has
but does not know, for its knowledge
is not its own, but borrowed from
another with a mind and heart.

~Piffin: “Alexandria” (Poetry)
Excerpt:
There’s a book full of wishes up high on a shelf And I’d rescue it now, but I can’t by myself Though it’s starting to glow, bright as futures unread, In the light of the fire beginning to spread

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Word Games (January 16):
Impromptu 1: boo; beyond.

~Bartalk: The Who of Boo
‘S a desert beyond death
but love follows & memory
& wait patiently together
to join their master in
God’s own stellar boonies

~DWade_3: haiku
Loud derisive boos
Piercing skin like shards of glass
Beyond mild dreams

~Jessalee: untitled
Excerpt:
but i’m here after you toke, or drink, or poke
let’s get high a while, and i’m yours, no joke
in our time, i’ll comfort you the best i can
and we’ll still be together in this magic, man

~Greymane:
Excerpt:
It’s never quite the way we thought we wanted it to be
but in the end we can’t pretend that we were never free

~ReenRen:My Angel Boo Got His Wings (Poetic Journal)
Excerpt:
i wondered then why cats don’t seem to get it, do they just not care? when their best friend is gone they don’t seem aware. They seem to just say never mind! look at ME! I’m alive!

~Stejovis: A series of haiku.
Excerpt:
a bat cracks loudly
a ball sails beyond the wall
a crowd only boos

~Piffin: “Truck Stop French Toast” (Poetry)
Excerpt:
They drove ’til they ran out of gas
Then parted in the rain
They split their cash, their Turkish hash,
Their memories, their pain
The serpent went to Chinatown
To meet a girl he knew
Adam stood, dumbfounded,
Cried, “I know not what to do”
Impromptu, the Second: Write an aboriginal haiku using the words “cascade” and “trinket.”

~Bartalk: haiku
trade trinkets for sex
cascading throes loving her
dark and down under

~DWade_3: haiku
Foam-laden cascades
Tidal waves of mystery
Hide trinkets of lore

~Greymane: haiku
Didgeridoo song
Cascades over the outback plain
wind blown trinket cries

~Piffin: haiku
Cascade of teardrops
A city bought for trinkets
The Hudson rolls on

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“You write your first draft with your heart…and you rewrite with your head.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLBEFvMkQCo