Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.
~Nathaniel Hawthorne

Death destroys the body, as the scaffolding is destroyed after the building is up and finished. And he whose building is up rejoices at the destruction of the scaffolding and of the body.
~Leo Tolstoy

What if when we die, the light at the end of the tunnel is just us being pushed out of another vagina?
~anon

End quote:
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between. ~Diane Ackerman

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Posted from the Grove:
We are delighted to welcome Margalo back to There and Wordgrove. She is especially welcome as the daughter of Bettina5369, and as inheritor of her legacy. Those who remember Bettina may be startled to see her resurrected and playing in game years after her passing. This is Margalo rekindling the spirit of her mother with the same sass and spunk, the same love and compassion her mother brought to the game

This editor will admit to a moment of dismay at the prospect of merging memories and losing something of the original in the process. Then the question was asked: how would Bets feel about it? Of that there’s no doubt. Bettina would have been thrilled to have Margalo reanimate her avatar and take up residence in the towering presence of her shade. This online display of legerdemain also allows Bettina’s written work to be reintroduced in the game (see above, Glass Table). Beautiful. Welcome back, Margalo. And welcome home, Bettina. We’ve missed you terribly. It’s good to see you back

An added note: There is a memorial site dedicated to Bettina @Wordgrove East. Look for the black memorial plinth and the blue eternal flame. It is worth a quiet visit

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Prewritten for Thurs (01/30) 6 pm PT/9 ET is: talent, royal, dignity, wanton
This is the week when Wordgrove writers earn their right to be called Nutters. Use any two of the above words to complete this week’s assignment. Use three to be recognized for responding to the call of excellence. Use all four to merit a place on Wordgrove’s list of Nutters, this to be installed soon on the platform’s Glass Table. To encourage the stretch required for using all four words, a Nutter will receive one star ‘*’ for each compound assignment completed. A Book, Scroll, Script, or Rule Book will be awarded to everyone receiving 5 stars. More than one book may be earned

This allows aspiring Authors in There to be paid, and provides welcome ammunition for those writers who are being told to get a ‘real’ job. To validate your claim, you should note your munificent earnings on tax forms for the appropriate year. Then you can thumb your nose at nay-sayers, and with all dignity say ‘neener neener’ to your undeserving detractors, and walk tall ever after

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Piffin: A Thousand Thousand Names – a story of redemption
http://ledzeptshirt.wordpress.com/a-thousand-thousand-names/

~Bettina5369: The Mysts of Wordgrove
The nature of nature and the nature of Wordgrove are the same, to produce and create new life where none was before; a darkness in the green shadows hints of stories fertilized in dirt, of flowers that smell of welcome, and of birds that sing a personal truth

Prewritten: trinket, cascade

~Greymane: untitled
All the peopled wonders of imagination, of Disney, myth and legend, gather at the four corners of literature as escapees from their books, and begin a shared adventure on their journey to the sea; like lemmings, their deaths seemingly assured, they arrive to … mill around, distracted and immortal (as well-written characters are), grow bored, return to their familiar book-cells and the special trappings of their home

~Piffin: “I Don’t Know What Tutankhamen’s Favorite Song Was”

~BarTalk: the cook book

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Impromptu: conflict, treasure

~Piffin: haiku (quoted)

Sunrise, white treasure
Conflict diamonds, market-bound
A blood-red prism

~Greymane: untitled
There’s nothing alien about sin and error, it’s all human; a plea to one’s better side, forgive yourself

~Jessalee: haiku

long red hair hangs down
mine to feel, to smell, to treasure
a conflict not to share

~BarTalk:  Love in a Modern World

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