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Quoted in the Grove:
Love knows no virtue, no merit; it loves and forgives and tolerates everything because it must. We are not guided by reason.
~Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

My reason, the physician to my love, angry that his prescriptions are not kept, hath left me.
~William Shakespeare

When love is not madness, it is not love.
~Pedro Calderon de la Barca

EndQuote:
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
~Lynda Barry

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Love: The Edifice

Penthouse: Love When It’s Good
~Eric Clapton: Wonderful Tonight (Slowhand At 70)   (3:47)

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~Straight No Chaser:  I’m Yours   (3:46)

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Apartment Life: Love Coming Apart / Evolving

~Streisand & Diamond:  You Don’t Bring Flowers   (3:21)

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~Bette Midler & Ms Judd:  The Rose    (3:45/5:17)

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Lobby Love: Revolving Door / Exit

~Whitney Houston:  Always Love You   (6:47)

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~Alex Goot & Hannah Trigwell cover Natalie Imbruglia:  Torn   (3:27)

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Bargain Basement Love: Factory Rejects

~Ray Price:  For the Good Times   (3:50)

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~Simon & Garfunkel:  I Am a Rock   (2:57)

 

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 02/21:  debris, bias

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@Writers Platform

In The Grove:

~Greenie @I Like The Rain
Morning Meet

Tiny wings flutter
soft winds brush my cheek
twinkling sounds ring
from the twittering beak

Brave little mister
dew drops on demand
ruby throat flashes
as he nears my hand

Fingertip offered
a half moon of sweet
golden sunbeams bright
morning meet complete

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Prewritten:  glove, smokescreen

~BarTalk:
Charity

Life’s aflame and blame’s the match
Torched shame’s abode to level ground
Smokescreen billows hide those who watch

Mad crisis at hand but gloved in love
For holding to instead of falling down
‘Tis a friend who helps not God above

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Broken Map

That stage of life played in smokescreen
Wear the mask different at Halloween
Wear gloves over feelings so hands are clean
Failed at love but should have seen

Reversed polarities for meeting mates
Mean hearts that touch contaminate
Infecting seed nightmares and dreams
Baby makes three from the pollinate

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Holly Would

Epic love on the silver screen
Shy love passes a ghost unseen
New love hides self-made smokescreen
Nude love’s lovely but rated obscene
Blue love’s filmed on emotional green screens
Gloved love saves lives with rubberized intervenes
A skin-thin wall rising up between
True Love‘s coming and X-rated onscreen

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Scenario

Worn leather jacket
Suede vest with a shine
Wears gloves to hide crime
A hatchet man hit in time
A smokescreen for rhyme

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5-7-5 x 3

firecracker smokescreen
glove’s residue speaks volumes
prosecution rests
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Six pack and a pint
Smelled of smoke, screened for the weed
Half in the bag, Love
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smokescreen, the weapon
castrate voters with contempt
then take off the gloves

 

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Quoted in the Grove:
Love is friendship caught fire.
~Jerry Anderson

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
~Charles Schulz

I have found that if you love life, life will love you back.
~Arthur Rubinstein

EndQuote:
At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try.
~F Scott Fitzgerald

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Prewritten Exercise for  Thurs 02/14:  glove, smokescreen

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Posted from the Grove

Want Lasting Love? Someone like you? Understanding the other

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Glass Table:

~Greenie:  Buds
(From Impromptu 01-19-17)

Buds perked pinked ready
fresh, begging to be devoured
take me now within
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In a constant state of realization
Amazement never ceasing
In a breathless state, anticipation
Her heartbeat ever increasing

Dreamer wakens

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Never Truly

Rainbowed shadows of life
flickering pale images
winding walls within my mind
the only life they breathe
soft sighs and murmuring cries
the language of loneliness and loss
dreams that never die, yet
never, truly live

 

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Prewritten:  bullet, snowball

~BarTalk:
From

Cradlesong to rock nights
Soft kisses to bullet bites
From random lobs to gun sights
Rocks in snowballs to missile flights
From standing upright to human rights
Manly stand-ins for the old cock fight

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Love’s blistering snowball scars like a bullet
Members have roll call with cards in their wallets
First love’s a sno-cone all mushy and sweet
Found love is garden love fertile and green
Spring starts a ground swell life earning its keep
Death feels like snowfall soft silence cold memories
…and sleep

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Technicality

Posted bulletin at the local park
States: No ball games to start after dark
Get toasted, arrested, but never been bested
Post bail out of jail just after midnight
Be balling again soon as there’s daylight

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Happy Ditty #39

Mongers make money with bullets
Tanks with ammo loaded on pallets
Careless words pregnant with lies
Seed with intent so there is no surprise
The snowball to war a prize realized

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silver bullet fame
lonely lawman boss Indian
snowballing legends

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Quoted in the Grove:
What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!
~Gustave Flaubert

Writing is thinking. To write well is to think clearly. That’s why it’s so hard.
~David McCullough

Every writer I know has trouble writing.
~Joseph Heller

EndQuote:
I am not ‘I’ unless I continue to hammer at that nut. Stop and I become a shrunken old man. Continue and I have a gleam in my eye.
~John Archibald Wheeler

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Prewritten Exercise 02.07 is: bullet, snowball

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Posted from the Grove

Head Scratching Headlines From the World of Science:   Popular Science

 

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@Writers Platform

Glass Table:

~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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Prewritten:  hybrid, deed

~BarTalk:
the box

’tis a trivial truth
a hybrid reality lies
twixt deed and thought
where Schrodinger’s cat
lives or

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Rest Assured

Low brow on a high bridge
Eating crow in a sandwich
Sings My Way or the hiway
When I jump to conclusion
Indeed it’s the end

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do-be-do

Answers are hybrid
When questions are turbid
When energy goes torpid
And entropy turns rancid
Bad habits turn rabid, but
Deeds do wind ’em up rapid

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5-7-5 x 3

indica for dreams
deed of land a hybrid crop
sativa for thought
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deeded a lifetime
curiosity’s diet
feeds hybrids to be
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earth fire water air
epic deeds ancient heroes
hybrid elements

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Quoted in the Grove:
To the question: How do the authors of sketches, stories and novels get along in life, the following answer must be given: They are stragglers and they are down at heel.
~Robert Walser

Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
~Jules Renard

It’s a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.
~W H Auden

EndQuote
Writing for a penny a word is ridiculous. If a man really wanted to make a million dollars, the best way to do it would be start his own religion.
~L Ron Hubbard

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 01/31:   deed, hybrid

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Posted from the Grove

Other Music:

~Flash Mob:  Mamma Mia   (4:49)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eOrABjYDJU

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~Wintergatan:  Marble Machine   (4:32)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvUU8joBb1Q

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~Animusic HD:  Cathedral Pictures   (6:07)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmzCDutDOYA

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Prewritten:

~BarTalk:
Different Times

The Times, postponed deadlines waiting their headlines
Political constructs, financial rankings, the social makeup
It’s not plunging necklines but a late market take-off
Not rising hemlines but losses for a  pre-tax rake-off
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Sensuous after sensual
From hoarding bills to the cents you will
Your scions and the common sense you kill
The times you had but the end’s eventual
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Remembering times when love was true and sex was simple
Times of uncertainty a face full of pimples
Olden times when sex pegged in either sin or sacred
Twas more fun when skin was sin and being naked
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Littorally

A great grey heaving whale
A failed lunge for the orange sun
‘Ere its plunge back into blue
Found in the makeup of that white light
That writer’s white lies want to be read
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road map

believe the commercials
pattern after celebrity
plunge into seas of uncertainty
trowel on the makeup
overdress to impress
underdress does it best
add a dash of sneer to the eye
arrive

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5-7-5 x 2

tear stained pillow case
smeared blood, makeup, fingerprints
plunge the toilet, Ed
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divorce finally
a last hope lunge for freedom
ends quest to make up

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Quoted in the Grove:
The roots of the word ‘anarchy’ are ‘an archos,’ ‘no leaders,’ which is not really about the kind of chaos that most people imagine when the word ‘anarchy’ is mentioned. I think that anarchy is, to the contrary, about taking personal responsibility for yourself.
~Alan Moore

Chaos does not mean total disorder. Chaos means a multiplicity of possibilities. Chaos is from the ancient Greek words that means a thing that is birthed from the void. And it was about that which is possible, not about disorder.
~Jok Church

If we wish to make a new world we have the material ready. The first one, too, was made out of chaos.
~Robert Quillen

EndQuote:
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
~Henry Miller

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 01/24:  plunge, makeup

 

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Posted from the Grove

~NY Times: Some Dos and Don’ts From Famous Writers
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/11/books/review/advice-from-writers-best-seller.html?fallback

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~Felt Zine: Surreal Traffic Cone Dance
(Tip ‘o the hat to Rusty’s Electric Dream and Facebook)
https://www.facebook.com/FeltZine/videos/399278900838518/?mc_cid

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~Tommy Mack:  Nice Shoes   (3:43)

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Prewritten:  floor, catalyst

or…

First floor or Exit door
Corner of Fate and Chance
Catalyst of coincidence
Intersecting incidents
But was it Death or Love

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What Remains

Forest floor
A patch of fronds
Feathery ferns in the mottled light
Moss thick branches brought to ground
Arboreal peace then a fight for life

A flurry of leaves
Scurrying feet at frantic speed
The squeal
A fox-caught squirrel’s only sound
A hush of the holy tho birds abound

Narrative catalysts emotional catharsis
Toppled trees like fallen warriors
Not just stories meant to distract us
Nor merely fables to teach and instruct us
Only reminders that life will destroy us

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Shepherd’s Pie

Sheep adore and trust their shepherd
Deeply loved he’s daily peppered
Approval ratings set a record
Yet ’twas he who shocked and floored his flock
Convinced them finally that he’d run amuck

Neither deist nor atheist, humanist or scientist
Not even cannibal animist munching on mutton bits
But a trader cattle-ist, a turncoat wearing capitalist
The feast is on the meat filet mignon
When id feeds ego it decides the menu

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Waffle, or bet large
Felix the Cat: A-List ‘toon
Takes on Mighty Mouse

 

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Quoted in the Grove:
My art is not limited to the songs I create but also to the reaction it creates. I like to sit back and look at the whole thing as if it’s a tornado that I’m controlling. It’s creating chaos. When you create chaos, ideas are turned upside down, and everybody looks at things in a different way.
~Marilyn Manson

Chaos in the world brings uneasiness, but it also allows the opportunity for creativity and growth.
~Tom Barrett

Beethoven’s music tends to move from chaos to order, as if order were an imperative of human existence.
~Daniel Barenboim

EndQuote:
We adore chaos because we love to produce order.
~M C Escher

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 01/17:  catalyst,  floor

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Posted from the Grove

True Romance: Three Times Goodbye

Yesterday, as my father, three brothers, and two sisters stood around my mother’s hospital bed, my mother uttered her last coherent words before she died.
She simply said, “I feel so loved right now. We should have gotten together like this more often.”

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Today, I kissed my dad on the forehead as he passed away in a small hospital bed. About 5 seconds later, I realized it was the first time I had given him a kiss since I was a little boy.

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Today, after I watched my dog get hit by a car, I sat on the side of the road holding him and crying. Just before he died, he licked the tears off my face.

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~Dust:  Hum — a saccharine mini-movie   (7:44)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmBbhVHaVsg

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Definitions for Better Business: Distinguishing Differences
https://qz.com/work/1225213/the-difference-between-a-snafu-a-shitshow-and-a-clusterfuck/

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Prewritten:  capsize, bristle
~BarTalk:
Nativity

Family pooch and the parrot stare
Bristling hope at the sight they share
Birth of a promise, history unfurled
A cat-sized bundle to capsize a world
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Show Biz

Mister N. Tipathy
Loved Sara N. Dipity
Missed her clever levity
Wanted costume brevity
Let Ms Zipity do da dance
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Preach It

Go fetch Daddy’s bristle brush
Good for beating bad-kid tush
Tho a belt might do as well
T’would capsize faith and lead to hell
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Com·pat·riot

American Ego was an Eagle once
From intrepid to insipid histrionics
Capsized truth and fat-sized greed
Merged to fill an Ego’s need
Economic muscle and technical gristle
Yet borders bristle with pylon missiles
The peace between sown with thistles
Volcanoes erupt just like this’ll
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5-7-5 x 3

lightning bristled skies
ocean swells threaten capsize
rains to drown a fish
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bristle with caution
timid treatment of treason
capsized a nation
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Had a recent trim?
A bris’ll change your cap size
Helmet Head Condoms

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Quoted in the Grove:
You can make anything by writing.
~C S Lewis

If this typewriter can’t do it, then f*** it, it can’t be done.
~Tom Robbins

How can a novelist achieve atonement when, with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also God? There is no one, no entity or higher form that she can appeal to, or be reconciled with, or that can forgive her. There is nothing outside her.
~Ian McEwan

EndQuote:
Writing gives you the illusion of control, and then you realize it’s just an illusion, that people are going to bring their own stuff into it.
~David Sedaris

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Prewritten Exercise (Thurs 01.10) is: bristle, capsize

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Posted from the Grove

25 Words About Words
http://mentalfloss.com/article/58561/25-words-other-words

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Prewritten:   renegade, cardboard

~BarTalk
The Surprise of Doors

Doors unlabeled and doors unlocked
Mundane doors to scenes that shock
She was beauty fresh as air, unadorned
As bare of wear as her moment born

Traitorous blood, renegade heart
Cardboard knees quake, breath won’t start
Decorum states, tho not written law
I beg pardon, avert my gaze and withdraw

My eyes lock up, refuse and stay
She most kind does not wave my gaze away
She stands full splendor and does not move
No need to woo me because she did not shoo me
Now we celebrate ten years late and still in love
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Memorials

Renegade and the rebel
The apostate who abandons
And a needful resistance
Cast iron or cut marble
Cardboard cover of books
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Trespass

Post a card, board a train
Spread the word-a warning
Children-a gay door waits
That opens to curiosity
Disaster and new worlds

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5-7-5 x 4

renegade music
charred black cardboard poster reads
Stravinsky was here
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confines of marriage
paper promise, walls of cardboard
renegade yearnings
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renegade mountains
drink the sky piss out rivers
grow trees for cardboard
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ban cardboard toe tags
treat the renegade organ
with love and a pill

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