Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
~Clarice Lispector

The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
~Richard Wright

Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.
~Allen Ginsberg

End Quote by ~Oscar Wilde
The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: Those who know what beauty is: nobody else interests me.

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Posted from the Grove:
Questions for the week:
1). If the mantle of decency subducts below the mantle of art, in the quake that follows, which challenge is the greater test: repairing the damage, or adjusting to a changed landscape.

2). Which of the following is least true: the artist-as-villain is a color of the rainbow; the artist-as-villain is the black backdrop that makes the colors *pop*; the artist-as-villain is still a villain

3). Knowledge retrieved from the darkside should be admissible in the court of karma, true or false

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Now for the fireworks. For those unable to make it to their local fireworks on the 4^th, the following 2 minute extravaganza
https://www.youtube.com/embed/_LpMB1OZ53g?feature=player_detailpage%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20allowfullscreen%3E%3C/iframe%3E&autoplay=1

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Prewritten for Thurs (07/06) @6pm PT/9 ET is: orgasm, glossary

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:
~BarTalk: comes a knock

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Prewritten:  sunset, steel

~Greymane: Silent Journey
Journeys to a new place are journeys to a strange place; aimless years of wandering until nothing-left-is-alien completes the quest, turns the footstep finally home

Most vivid line:
I’d navigate the labyrinth by following the screams

~BarTalk: Foxy Learns the Game

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Impromptu: tower, source

~Piffin: “Long Pig” Images of impending doom and a questing pig

~Greymane: Stallion
Vast vistas of emptiness, canyons of heat and dust; the cowboy thrives with leather, rides on one alive … until the sun dries them out and tans their weathered hide

~Stejovis: two haiku (qif)

watchman’s tower –
old source of death
to many forgotten

towering virtue –
unexpected source
of keen disappointment

~BarTalk: haiku

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Writers in Residence:

~Greymane @the Greyed Escape: Dance Across the Night
The fish and albatross envy each other’s sphere; to fly, to swim and dive, to grace the space in foreign worlds; doomed by fate to one domain, still they yearn for that different moon

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