It sees through you.
http://tinyurl.com/3xh9fns
http://www.deeniepacik.net/index.html
Deenie Pacik and her amazing glass art
Rock&Roll Song from Skeezer
My new character from the new WIP writes a 24-word chorus about how she feels about her ex. Imagine a speed-punk sound welded to a cut-time reggae romp. No? Do your homework.
Twenty-Nine
Deaf dumb and blind heaven, where are you?
Is there a cloud there, not colored blue?
Can I get a bootless note to save me mind?
When will the bootless boy kiss me behind?
Massachusetts Poetry Festival in May
The Massachusetts Poetry Festival will be held in May in Salem, MA. Information is on Doug Holder’s Website here: http://tinyurl.com/28dxovd
Interesting Interview with Lan Samantha Chang on Bookworm
Of course, good writing can’t really be taught, although parts of it can be learned. But if one wanted to learn to be a good writer, it wouldn’t hurt to listen to someone like Chang.
http://www.kcrw.com/etc/programs/bw/bw101118lan_samantha_chang_a/embed-audio
Sweets and beauties die as fast as they see others grow.
Here are a couple of quotes that enter the heart of my new novel in progress, “Sweets.”
PLATO: Accordingly, “to be beautiful,” “to be virtuous,” and “to have true knowledge” are inseparable.
XII
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
—Bill Shakespeare
For December (Sonnet 12)
XII
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
—Will Shakespeare
Falcons Help Chilean Fishermen
My sister-in-law, Becky Rosencrans, is part of a Falcon Research Group (FRG) that is now working in Chile in the devastated coastal area. They have set up a fund to help the rural fishermen in the area who lost their boats in the tsunami. They are on the ground there and know how best to get them the help they need. Here is a link with more information about the group
So good to have company
Thanks to all the visitors today. I’m thinking you didn’t come yesterday because you didn’t know about the site yet. They don’t call me Sherlock Holmes. Thanks also to Charlotte for her comments. This is inspiring; I’ll have to add some new material now you’ve brought it to life for me.
Humor in Angst
My style of humor is comparable with Nick Hornby of High Fidelity, said agent Carolyn Jenks.
Here’s a Nick Hornby interview in the Guardian (UK):
