Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
It requires wisdom to understand wisdom; the music is nothing if the audience is deaf.
~Walter Lippmann

Any authentic work of art must start an argument between the artist and his audience.
~Rebecca West

Solitude is the audience-chamber of God.
~Walter Savage Landor

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Posted from the Grove:

Imagination: the gift that never stops giving

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Prewritten for Thurs (11/03) @6pm PT/9 ET is: clown, navigate

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: symphony, ecstasy

~BarTalk: Saturday AM

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Impromptu: drum, history

~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

History repeats
Drum beats echo through the night
Dogs of war unleased

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~Odin: Impromptu words

What was, is now, and what may be.
are the forces of wyrd that few can see.

True history revealed to the curious few
that live their lives by theodic thew.

To travel the worlds is only for some,
that voyage to the beat of a drum.

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~BarTalk: not-a-ku

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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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Posted from the Grove:

“You write your first draft with your heart…and you rewrite with your head.”

These are the words spoken by Sean Connery, as a writer, in the movie, “Finding Forrester”. Writers the world over are now gearing up for NaNoWriMo, the National Novel Writing Month. This yearly event takes place during the month of November when writers commit to penning 50,000 words. The heady passion to write comes first, but it is the shared commitment of the many thousands of other writers that propels the project. The rewrite comes later.

Watch Mr Connery below for the juice to get you started, then click the second link for instructions.

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https://nanowrimo.org

NaNoWriMo begins in two weeks, time to start mapping out story plot and characters. Write on!

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Prewritten for Thurs (10/20) @6pm PT/9 ET is: aurora, revenge

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: indigo, cafe

~Piffin: “Valerie”

Her name was Valerie
At least, I think that was her name
She was a dancer at the strip club
By the Cargo Cafe
Where the indigo neon
Reads “Live Nude Girls”
But her eyes didn’t look alive at all
We shared a cigarette once
Standing sheltered from the wind
Beneath a rusted train trestle
And we talked while it burned
She said she’d learned there was a God
On the Christmas that she prayed
For snow
And it rained all day instead

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~MissMerry: Prewritten by MM

She laughed,
technicolor movie star laugh
flash of indigo eyes
perfect white teeth.

Sitting in a café,
back patio table with an umbrella
a splash of Grey Goose in our coffees,
we talked for hours
things past, present, and future
rolled through the afternoon.

Why did we leave our tiny small town?
Did we leave our souls behind?
Was happiness here
where we thought we should look
or was it back where we started
all along?

Funny, after all these years,
to be close enough to
share our views
yet hide the pain
the disappointments of
the casual life that isn’t at all
what we thought it would be.

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~BarTalk: Alley Cats

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Impromptu: consequence, reminisce

~Piffin: “Shard”

Glass shard
Consequence
Frail memory in my hands
His eyes were deep
As my dreams were deadly
Blue moon that never lands

Glass shard
Eloquence
Soft parchment to a flame
Heart strings
Bruised on midnight loom
Suitcase back home, in shame

Glass shard
Reminisce
Throw light into this dark
His eyes were deep
As my dreams were deadly
Glass shard
Loan me your spark

My dreams were deadly

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~BarTalk: 3/5 + 1 = 2

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Quoted in the Grove:
The failure to read good books both enfeebles the vision and strengthens our most fatal tendency – the belief that the here and now is all there is.
~Allan Bloom

In the case of good books, the point is not how many of them you can get through, but rather how many can get through to you.
~Mortimer J Adler

The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.
~Mark Twain

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Posted from the Grove:
By request, a musical progression:
~Greg Laswel: Dodged a Bullet
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPiFIejACyg

~Crosby, Stills and Nash: Wasted on the Way
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lln-5lBoiRY

~Paul McCartney: You Gave Me the Answer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyo_xGyVJuA

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Prewritten for Thurs Word Games (10/13) @6pm PT/9 ET is: indigo, cafe

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: ecstasy, treason

~BarTalk: Justice 4 Just US

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Impromptu: slither, song

~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

In a tumble, fall, or slither
the words fall
a jumble
come hither,
echos of the heart
warm and dark
an ache,
a low soft moan,
yearnings,
all in a dither
and become
a song of love…

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~Piffin: “Verse”

I dream of a song
Write it down; midnight in bed
Early next morn
The verse that I’ve born
Is scribbly-scratched and misread
Another vain treasure
I’ll never get to share
Don’t matter a lot
‘Cause tees that I dot
Are met with yawn and blank stare
Descending to kitchen
Bare feet on tread and pile
I percolate Joe
Half-lidded, I go
Onto the deck with a smile
The slithery wash load
Is dancing on the line
Neighbors out chatting
Kittens out catting
Everyone is doing fine
My dream-song unsung
My day has begun
And everyone is doing fine

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~Greenie: Breathy Voice

Thinking along a random thought
something undefined, became a’wrought

Trying to recall an inner song
words became a writhing throng

Clamorous ringing in my brain
can’t decipher a single refrain

Soul song raging to be let free
innermost urges within the depths of me

Slithering along the corridors so dark
waiting for the hope of a spark

Spilling out from fingertips
breathy voice from my full lips

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~BarTalk: song of the saxophone

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