Quoted in the Grove:
A graceful taunt is worth a thousand insults.
~Louis Nizer
One can’t judge Wagner’s opera Lohengrin after a first hearing, and I certainly don’t intend to hear it a second time.
~Gioacchino Rossini
Let me show you how it’s done … Loser!
~Babe Ruth
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Posted from the Grove:
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Short, capsule articles in the English paper, The Guardian, delve into matters of interest to writers in their series, study finds. Three appear below, followed by a quiz on whether … well, find out for yourself
The Guardian: Articles on Literature and Reading
Fictional characters make ‘experiential crossings’ into real life, study finds
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2017/feb/14/fictional-characters-make-existential-crossings-into-real-life-study-finds
Literary fiction readers understand others’ emotions better, study finds
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/aug/23/literary-fiction-readers-understand-others-emotions-better-study-finds
Book up for a longer life: readers die later, study finds
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/aug/08/book-up-for-a-longer-life-readers-die-later-study-finds
Does being well-read make you a better mind reader? A quiz
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2016/mar/13/does-being-well-read-make-you-a-better-mind-reader-quiz
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In gentler times, President Reagan and a Juggler
Comedy without malice, most excellent fun (9:03)
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Prewritten for Thurs (03/02) @6pm PT/9 ET is: ladder, epic
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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:
~xxxcometxxx: untitled
for my great granddaughter who is in my care,
my darling angel with big blue eyes.
she’s very clever and very wise.
she’s very good and very kind,
a better granddaughter i never could find
she’s in my mind has a place in my heart,
we fit together like a horse and cart.
i love her to cuddle to talk to and hold,
she’s more precious to me than silver or gold.
she’s on my mind from morning to night,
she’s my glowing candle both warm and bright.
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Prewritten: a pic
http://ishtari.arcticworlds3d.com/prompts/00zz00.jpg
~Piffin: “Inchcailloch”
In fern’d wood
Of moss’d, ancient tree
Until the life I’d understood
Was toss’d far from me
I stood alone
Nae faerie thane
Nae dryad in my glen
Yet, in a pool of morning rain,
Your countenance,
And then…
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~Greymane: Beneath Giants
He stood above the river winding silent deep and brown
through The Forest of Forever and a Day
A bold and valiant hero he was sworn to find the crown
no matter his encounters on the way
He stood beneath the canopies of mighty ancient oaks
With leaves ten thousand feet above his head
Humbled by the reverence that such majesty invokes
but wary of the dangers just ahead
The oracle had told him “there’s a castle in the trees,
made of moss that now forever eats the stone.”
Seven years he took the journey over land and overseas
and here he finds his destiny alone
Beneath the roots of giants buried deeply underground
but not so far a hero cannot find
are treasures cold and silent waiting patient to be found
that the ancient heroes might have left behind
At last his golden treasures glistened gilded at his side
But moaning through the caverns came revenge
The spirits took their treasure and they smote him ’til he died
content the crumbled kingdom was avenged
Along the winding waters of a river deep and brown
in a lost and crumbled kingdom long asleep
A soldier found a fortune waiting silent underground
but he never left the mossy crumbled keep
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~BarTalk: Blood River Bend
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Impromptu:
~Piffin: “Charlie Parker”
It was a longshot
It was a Jersey night
It was the itchy trigger in my pocket
Zippo light
Another cigarette
Another back street
Another chance to be the lioness
And not the meat
They came from uptown
They came from who cares?
They came from scholarships
And white suburban high chairs
They wanted cocaine
The Bird was blowing hot
They never knew how dumb they were
Until I took the shot
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~Greymane: ku
A man awakens
Longshot bird dies silently
A man sleeps once more
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~BarTalk: Chance
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