Shawn L. Bird

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Writers Must Be Readers. Period. June 29, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:58 am

Great selection from Stephen King’s On Writing, shared by The Ink Slinger.

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“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There’s no way around these two things that I’m aware of, no shortcut…

“The real importance of reading is that it creates an ease and intimacy with the process of writing; one comes to the country of the writer with one’s papers and identification pretty much in order. Constant reading will pull you into a place (a mind-set, if you like the phrase) where you can write eagerly and without self-consciousness. It also offers you a constantly growing knowledge of what has been done and what hasn’t, what is trite and what is fresh, what works and what just lies there dying (or dead) on the page. The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor…

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6 words June 28, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:27 pm
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Describe your life in 6 words:
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Waiting, wishing, working

Dreaming, daring, doing.

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One of the other English classes at my school did this assignment , and had them posted in the hall.  My favourite was the boy who’d written,

“I am my mother’s best mistake.”

 

school over haikus

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Heart tight bound again
with futile cords. Door echoes.
Yearly denouement
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A plant can not thrive
uprooted every few months.
I am still root-less
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How can teachers bloom?
Hopeful blossoms fight
‘gainst futility.

 

farm wives June 27, 2013

I was listening to the audio book of Diana Gabaldon’s A Breath of Snow and Ashes on the way home from work when a line was casually tossed into the narrative, that made me burst out laughing as I drove.  Such brilliant understatement!

“…somehow one never translates the strength required for daily farm life into a capacity for homicidal fury.”

Well no, we don’t.  Not from sweet, docile, farm wives who spend most of their time around the stove, at least.

However, given that Mrs. Bug (who just exhibited the homicidal fury in question) is an 18th century Scottish Highlander, it does make it more likely!  ((cough)).

 

 

memory

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:05 am
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Here is your memory

a box

a cube

a dream

a fantasy.

Here is your future

exploding

imploding

eroding

Here is

a box

a cube

a dream

a fantasy

exploding

imploding

eroding.

Here:

a box

exploding

a cube

imploding

a dream

eroding

a fantasy

here

future

memory.

 

Grad dad June 26, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:51 am
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Oh, loser dad,

squealing the tires of your

red convertible in

front of all the grads.

I’m sorry

you peaked in high school.

The revving of your engine

declares you

as a fool.

Faces turn, loser dad,

with pity on your son,

the grad.

May he go on to be

much better

than the man

he sees.

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Ok, ok.  I know this one is harsh.  But seriously.  2-300 people in the courtyard, little kids moving through the parking lot, and this idiot is smoking his tires as he parks his car.  Really?  Common sense, man!

 

Tools for magic June 25, 2013

Filed under: Quotations,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:35 am
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From Stephen King On Writing:

The most basic skills can create things far beyond our expectations.  We are talking …about words and style…but…you’d do well to remember that we are also talking about magic.  (p. 137)

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Little scratches,

symbols made to represent sounds,

sounds to represent words,

words to represent ideas. 

It’s magical even

before you add in the narrative. 

Then things become downright

fantastical. 

With little scratches

we create worlds,

become divine,

and though it takes

more than six days,

when we are done,

we are satisfied that

it is good.

 

crows June 24, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:12 am
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Flying oilslick

on thrumming wings

collapses on my pine tree

and stares at me

daring me.

My protectors

bark their disapproval

and it languidly lifts off

trailing them behind.

Until they reach the fence,

then, tails

immensely satisfied,

lope back to me,

for their reward.

Black garbed intimidators

with steely eyes

do not impress

the wolf clan.

This is a comfort.

 

Neil Gaiman – Inspirational Commencement Speech at the University of the Arts 2012 – YouTube June 23, 2013

Filed under: Quotations,Teaching,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:05 pm

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Published on May 23, 2012

Neil Gaiman Addresses the University of the Arts Class of 2012
One of the best commencement speeches. A must watch for any artist and everyone who hopes to be creative and successful.

Make Good Art.

Neil Gaiman – Inspirational Commencement Speech at the University of the Arts 2012 – YouTube.

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rain power June 22, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:43 am
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Morning rain

pouring over drains

everywhere,

overflowing weirs.

Rivers risen,

spreading,

heading for places

no river should be.

We could see roads

but brown water

obscures,

fills houses

rushes, hisses.

Morning rain,

Warnings reign.

Please water,

drain.

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For my friends and their families in Southern Alberta suffering from the massive flooding throughout the region.  May people, pets, and possesssions be reunited without damage.  May insurance cover the rebuilding!  May rebuilding be prompt.