poet.wayne: Has anyone read the (hugely satiric) book, "Cosmopolis" by Don DeLillo? I just love the farcical way he presents his story! I've wanted to use the basic premise, and add my own brand of social commentary, for years, but only recently got my setup idea... Join me, if you will, in my office... |
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poet.wayne: Recently I was let know (in a kidding way) that I'm not very "politically correct"... I coulda told you that!! One genre I've wanted to dive deeply into, is farce / satire. I did post a short story in that style here, some time back (Upside Down Tomorrow?) I think I may have went over the head of most of the reviewers on it... Anyway, a few days back, I began a new project, drawing inspiration from both of my workplaces, the news, the comical goings-on in Washingtoilet, DC, and just some of the people I interact with... This may offend some of the more sensitive types out there, and if it does, I don't apologize in advance... It's satire, after all! |
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poet.wayne: Well... I'm back... I went through a major case of writer's block, coinciding with some personal...crap, I guess...I'm not sure if I'm totally out of that block, I have done some writing, and I'll share what I believe is good enough.. I could use any and all prayers... |
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poet.wayne: I love it when I make time to spend getting to know one of my minor characters... ...then begin to fall in love... |
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poet.wayne: Snowed in, can't get out... Going back to work on an epic poem I began about a year ago, on the Bible character Elijah, and the contest on Mt. Carmel... hope I can finally finish this one! |
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poet.wayne: If you don't cry as you write it- don't expect the reader to cry as they read it... |
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poet.wayne: Weightlifting- indeed any strenuous exercise- is so cathartic! I find, when I'm stuck writing, often it's because my body is in need of exercise. After a solid session with the steel, I'm "cleaned out" and ready to create! |
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poet.wayne: There is nothing as liberating, after a stretch of concentrated writing, as scribbling some total slop! And especially, when said slop comes out as a usable piece of writing! |
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poet.wayne: Here's just how "everywhere" inspiration really is: Monday, I was walking outside, by my central air unit. There's a sizeable clump of Black Eyed Susan flowers there...looking at them, got an idea for a humorous little ditty about a girl named Sue, who someone disliked so much, they gave her a black eye! It formed itself into a Haiku- and I was off and running! Having so much fun writing these Haikus about the flowers, weeds and plants on my property, humanizing them- most often, as women! Haven't had this much pure fun with a new idea in a long while- I really needed it! |
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I posted a play on words flower 5-7-5 not to long ago titled My Love Lies Bleeding... inspired by the Ameranth plants of the same name, that grow right outside of my garden gate. :) - | ||
Congratulations on your win, a well deserved honor for Huggy! Great story! Bye Rosalyne - | ||
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poet.wayne: Cloudy stormy night...none of my words will come out right...Just when I thought I had it locked in tight... a brand-new thought comes crashing in! ..."Confessions Of An ADHD-afflicted Scribbler" |
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poet.wayne: Dipping my brush in my palette of words, mixing a few just right...I prepare my bold brushstrokes over my canvas, to color my idea in words, to draw my thoughts... this is the practice of "art with words"! |
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poet.wayne: ...as the night's cobwebs slowly clear, revealing another glorious dawn... I embrace my lover, so grateful for her presence here with me, for her being the very first thing I encounter each morning... regretfully, I know we must leave our sheltered cocoon of love and face the day... so, as I rise, I tenderly ask, "Pen, what shall we write today?... |
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poet.wayne: ...spilling his AlphaBits all over the table, a hunched over hunchback hurriedly hustles to humor a hugely horrific idea... his stubby little fingers work with amazingly dextrous speed, arranging the sugar coated wheat into a somewhat intelligible arrangement.. sweat flies... after several moments, he stops... then is heard a deranged little snicker... |
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poet.wayne: ...chased some words down the block...one turned 'round, chucked a rock...here's what happened, my dear friend...hit my head, missed my pen...so if you read what I scribble...and it sounds like a baby's dribble...it's not my fault, I'm not to blame...a day in the life of poet.wayne! |
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poet.wayne: ...sitting here at my desk, stirring my bowl of alphabet soup... wonder what it'll show? |
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