Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
All the contact I have had with politics has left me feeling as though I had been drinking out of spittoons.
~Ernest Hemingway

Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first.
~Ronald Reagan

The hardest thing about any political campaign is how to win without proving that you are unworthy of winning.
~Adlai Stevenson

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Posted from the Grove:
By request, the following music by:
Lykke Li – Get Some
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TTPGAy5H_E

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The Wordgrove Post & Review periodically features websites of interest to writers:

The definitive website for word lovers is Wordsmith.org’s, A-Word-A-Day, includes a daily quote:
http://wordsmith.org/awad/index.html

Quotes are a fascinating source of pithy, prepaid wisdom. If a reader appreciates these particolored liqueurs of distilled thinking (esp. thoughts from those sharing a birthday), consider, ThinkExist:
http://www.en.thinkexist.com/

Garrison Keillor’s, The Writer’s Almanac, offers the option of reading about literary stars, but also to listen as Mr Keillor reads aloud his take on their history and their work. The poem beginning each day’s post is a highlight:
http://www.writersalmanac.org

An interesting site for writers with word-infatuation:
World Wide Words features a short explanatory history of common and uncommon words/phrases, primarily British. Fun:
http://www.worldwidewords.org/

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Prewritten for Thurs (11/10) @6pm PT/9 ET is a picture:

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@Writers Platform:
Glass Table

~samsyn Making Shoutcast Work in There
The title belongs to his editor, but the all-important instructions for getting Shoutcast to broadcast properly in There come from Makena’s technical guru, samsyn. The good news … it works.

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Prewritten: clown, navigate

~MissMerry: Prewritten by MM

Navigating
through the day
my sanity just
spun away

A break is needed
what can I do?
the office snake
just slithered through

her makeup garish
– a fashion clown
her teeth all smiles
her eyes all frowns

I need to hide
so I end a call,
break for the lav
and lock my stall

My chest feels tight
I strike a match
a flash of light
a spark and scratch

Pungent smoke,
the ciggie glows
Not allowed
a rule that blows

Match stub flames,
my fingers burnt
blow it, drop it
a lesson learnt

But, the smell cuts the shit stink
for a minute at least…
(takes a deep drag)

fuuuuuuuck

Now I might make it through the afternoon.

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~BarTalk: The Grate Navi-Gator

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Impromptu:  breathless, constant

~MissMerry: Bubbles

Bubbles,… bubbles
floats around the room
constantly bobbing,
in each eddy and swirl of air
opalescent colors glitter
and reflect
the light of the party
rising to circle each person
drawn to their heat
and motion
slowly circling around
until the room grows still…
and quiet,
breathless, she lands gently
resting on the edge of a table
until a sudden gust
lifts her up, sparkling
rushing forward
to see who just came in
as she begins her trip
around the room again.

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~Greymane: weary

He sat around the corner waiting patient in the rain
Breathless in the wisdom of his song
He reached into the constant and he taunted it with pain
while he called his lonely soul to play along
A screaming weary mystery
that labors on his soul
wretched as it tears away his pain
Washed alone from hopeful things confusion can’t contain
and memories that time cannot console

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~Greenie: Constant Breathless

In a constant state of realization
Amazement never ceasing
In a breathless state, anticipation
Her heartbeat ever increasing

Dreamer wakens

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~Odin: Impromptu words

The Thunderer was in Jotunheim, sprinting up a hill.
The rage within him bellowed, as he came upon his kill.

Breathless he stood before the house wherein his victim lay,
his hammer smashing the door apart as he began to say,

“Your death is here. Did you think I would not find you?!”
The young Etin rolled over in his bed, and replied “I left you clue”.

Up to the bed he went, hammer held high overhead.
Prepared to deliver the ghastly blow that would make the Thurse quite dead.

Eye contact was made, and the Jotun uttered a phrase,
“Sorry I am for what I did”, with quite the contrite gaze.

No try to move, or to defend did the giant make.
Thor could not bring his hammer down, which would have made the ground surely quake.

The Etin rose, and offered Thor an ox to eat.
With strong ale as well, he offered Thor a seat.

Constant was their banter, as Thor ate his fill.
He drank deeply of the ale, and things continued still.

Forgiven was the giant, for the mistake that he made.
Friends they became that night, and his debt was paid.

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~BarTalk: Vital Signs

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