Whoa.
On upturned pots and pans
some rocking sky child,
some deity’s progeny,
is beating, bashing
crashing, smashing
a percussive cacophony,
complete with
slashing, flashing
light show.
.
And not content
at blinding glow
he rumbles low
and shakes the ground
with reverberating sound.
Wild rocking child,
with his smashing
crashing
garage band in the sky.
In solid streams
sweat’s pouring down
and plastering the ground;
thus he howls his greeting
to July.
Great selection from Stephen King’s On Writing, shared by The Ink Slinger.
“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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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.”
Heart tight bound again
with futile cords. Door echoes.
Yearly denouement
.
A plant can not thrive
uprooted every few months.
I am still root-less
.
How can teachers bloom?
Hopeful blossoms fight
‘gainst futility.
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)).
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
Shawn L. Bird 