Archive for March, 2014

Quoted in the Grove:
Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
~Edith Sitwell

There’s not much room for eccentricity in Hollywood, and eccentricity is what’s sexy in people.
~Rachel Weisz

All forms of madness, bizarre habits, awkwardness in society, general clumsiness are justified in the person who creates good art.
~Roman Payne


Posted from the Grove:
Jhynx is back after 6 months. Really good to see you again, Jhynx. Welcome back. Missin’ Piffin still. It’s not the same without…. Get well soon


From time to time, it has been the practice of the Post & Review to remind members of a couple resources available to them as writers and readers. These three deliver daily, online for free:

A.Word.A.Day, by Anu Garg
Exotic words, useful words, words you thought you knew; plus a daily quote

The Writer’s Almanac, by Garrison Keillor
Short newsletter begins with a poem (favorites, mostly new-found), then vignettes of writers/people born that day; and from history, a digest of select event/s; edited by our premier folklorist, resonant baritone

Go-to site for its repository of quotes by theme and author, visit daily to uncover 3 or 4 gems from writers born that day, receive a daily quote by email


Comic depiction of various writing styles: Holy Kaw ~Grant Snider


Prewritten for Thurs (04/03) @6pm PT/9pm ET is:
A third of public school teachers quit within the first year, write about one of them


@Writers Platform
Glass Table: No new drops


Prewritten: tourist, reflex

~Stejovis: two senryu*  (quoted, the second)

famous restaurant
tourists reach instinctively
for their wallets

*Editor’s note: Haiku moments describe nature, place, setting. Senryu capture people, event and moment. Neither requires the 5-7-5 syllable count, tho both seem to have acquired that dimension

~Greymane: Another Day
A hope amid horrors, a memory of home; to sleep and not recover … but then that memory; now it’s dawn with the light of another chance

~BarTalk: Chapter 3 ~Tit for Tat


Impromptu: Imagine your life if you had the occupation you wanted as a child

~Jessalee: untitled
The fantasy was a knight, a worthy paladin to round out life, make it complete; but it was a prince among men who tamed her, helped shape a world better than her dreams

~Stejovis: haiku (quoted)

warm sunshine
small window admits
trading stamps

Missed haiku from 03/23: ruby, moon  (quoted)

early harvest moon
rides a sea of rubies –
umbrella weather

~BarTalk: not a haiku*


Writers in Residence:

~Greymane @Greyed Escape: Forgiveness
Spurning his chance at redemption until assured that she’s been freed; in life, it’s not so much poetic license as it is the poet’s choice

Favorite line in a poem of good ones, the first one:
Found God the day she ran away and liquor when she died.

*sometimes called a haiku knot, for the twisting of words to tie down a thought

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Quoted in the Grove:

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
~Oscar Wilde

So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable.
~Christopher Reeve

The world needs dreamers and the world needs doers. But above all, the world needs dreamers who do.
~Sarah Ban Breathnach


Posted from the Grove:
Morning is more refreshing waking as the alien in a new world. Locals may experience their home more richly, more intimately, and at levels not available to the newcomer, but they will never see it new again. That advantage goes to the traveler.

For a traveler on the roam, it’s waking to odd new bird calls, curious aromas, novel spices in the cooking, new expectations of the clock. There’s a whole new texture to everything, a new weave to life that’s both fascinating and teeth-gritting. Liberating is a word that comes to mind. Fewer needs is a good phrase to get used to. Eye widening colors, different skyline, curious flora and fauna, bigger bugs; it all gives a body good reasons to pause

Most short-comings in the experience have turned out to be this editor’s fault, but Outlook has not been the emailer’s friend of late. One of the real losses was missing the St Paddy’s Day issue of the Post & Review. It arrived in everyone’s mail box with one of the best Prewritten assignments ever to come out of the grove, but not for the one most eager to see it. This editor would apologize for missing it, but the loss was his


Prewritten for Thurs (03/23) @6pm PT/9 ET is: tourist, reflex


@Writers Platform
Glass Table: No new drops


Prewritten: Suddenly, everyone you know speaks a different language

~Stejovis: a senryu (quoted in full)

speechless –
we recall our friendship
and wonder

~Greymane: untitled
Death is welcome, self-imposed, yet the stars want their say first; your pain feels all encompassing, yet it is microscopic in its way; step up to your role as human, forgive the failures, let go, turn the one gift you have into advantage: live


Impromptu: ruby, moon

~Jessalee: untitled
Seeds for the Planting Moon, yields at the Harvest Moon for fields and people too

~Greymane: The Serpent
Whether rage itself is the serpent, or the serpent is full of rage, the snake in the cage will find its way … out

~Greenie: Morning Meet
Dream time yields to morning; dawn and a ruby throat; cheek graced by a thrumming bird the size of hope against the sun

~BarTalk: haiku

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The Day Late and a Shamrock Shake Edition (Guest Editor, Piffin)


Quoted in the Grove:

I’ll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I’ll weave my spells!
~Samuel Lover

If you hold a four-leaf shamrock in your left hand at dawn on St. Patrick’s Day, you get what you want very much but haven’t wished for.
~Patricia Lynch

Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.


And some days I am just this lucky!
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The prewritten for Thursday, March 20: Write a piece featuring the following topic ~ “Suddenly, everyone you know speaks a different language.”


On the Glass Table:

Legends of the Whale (Prose, previously reviewed)
Show Me (Poetry, previously reviewed)

Greenie: The Pinking of the Skies (Poetry)Quoted in part:

The trees dance around me, as the wind blows my hair
Musical wind chimes, the only sound of Man in the air


Prewritten (March 13): harvest; stagnation.

Greymane: Dark of the Moon (Poetry) Quoted in part:

Inert with stagnation my spirit took root,
never the wander again.
Eternal salvation that doesn’t pollute
the stupefied reverence of men

Piffin: When We Rode Horse (Poetry) Quoted in part:

Brooklyn rooftop romance
Princess and her swan
Kiss a la Lucrezia
Visions a la John
Sunset on the Narrows
Freight from the Yangtze
Back when we rode horses
Back when we were free


Impromptu (March 13): Haiku about a car.

Greymane (Haiku)Quoted in full:

Gold flake Charger death
Destroyed by an idiot
Father’s pride and joy

Piffin (Haiku) Quoted in full:

Moonlight through windows
Gone curtain-grey with passion
Moisture; a footprint



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