Posts tagged ‘poetry’

February 11, 2011

How to Write a Great Novel

If you want to write a great work of fiction, there is no better
(or worse) dictum than John Bunyan’s. I guess this should be
listed in the If-You-Have-to-Ask category.

From: THE PILGRIM’S PROGRESS
by John Bunyan

The Author’s Apology for his Book

{1} When at the first I took my pen in hand
Thus for to write, I did not understand
That I at all should make a little book
In such a mode; nay, I had undertook
To make another; which, when almost done,
Before I was aware, I this begun.

—DELIVERED UNDER
THE SIMILITUDE OF A DREAM

Write on . . .

January 4, 2011

Deenie Pacik and her amazing glass art

It sees through you.
http://tinyurl.com/3xh9fns
http://www.deeniepacik.net/index.html

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December 15, 2010

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

December 12, 2010

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

December 10, 2010

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

December 7, 2010

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