Sunday, July 26, 2009

Poetry Sunday

Reflection
***
I rest upon a sunset dream
aglow in wondrous light.
I sat upon a misty stream
alone in somber night.

I sang a song and it did seem
a melody of flight.
I sat by sand and saw a gleam;
a rhapsody of sight.

I basked amidst a brazen beam;
a fountainful of fight.
As to arouse my sunset dream.
To mornings marvel of white.

***
*** Lead me, stairway ***
***
MY heart aches; severed it breaks
I am torn from limb to limb.
Branch by branch my life is quaking
as a storm in the sand; whisking the dust to heights
away from my eyes or into them
for my sight seems hindered.
I squint to see through darkened clouds
billowing like the tidal waves across the sand.
Bustling around my head as if to keep me in a
silent reverie.
I let out a harrowing scream for to let,
just one person know I am amid this raging storm
And I need assistance in clarification
of the icicled granules
that pierce my skin.

Reach out for me like rays from the gleaming orb that
drapes the sky in crimson glory.
Draw me from this cavernous abode;
out of this blackened pit;
spew me forth into the great flaming meadows
of intricate bellowing blossoms.
Hold me in everlasting beauty and guide me
to the stairway
that leads me to the peace that will blanket my soul
and comfort me in harmonious bliss!!!

Saturday, July 25, 2009


Writing is only boring to the people who are boring themselves.
Anonymous

May I never grow to old to treasure 'once upon a time'.
Anonymous

IMAGINATION

"I shut my eyes in order to see." -- Paul Gauquin

"There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feelings; but none when they are under the influence of imagination." -- Edmund Burke

"Where there is an open mind, there will always be a frontier." -- Charles F. Kettering

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." -- --Albert Einstein

Many of us are afraid to follow our passions, to pursue what we want most because it means taking risks and even facing failure. But to pursue your passion with all your heart and soul is success in itself. The greatest failure is to have never really tried.
--Robyn Allan

We may affirm absolutely that nothing great in the world has been accomplished without passion.
--Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

It is a lesson which all history teaches the wise, to put trust in ideas, and not in circumstances" -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Lack of money is no obstacle. Lack of an idea is an obstacle.” -- Ken Hakuta

"Take all the training you can get; one good idea is all you need to save yourself years of hard work." -- Brian Tracy

"The Bible says, ‘If you wish to find, you must search.’ I believe that is true, rarely does a good idea interrupt you." -- Jim Rohn

I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.
Guillaume Apollinaire

When you meet a man, you judge him by his clothes; when you leave, you judge him by his heart.
Russian proverb

"People think focus means saying yes to the thing you’ve got to focus on. But that’s not what it means at all. It means saying no to the hundred other good ideas that there are. You have to pick carefully.” -- Steve Jobs

“Only through focus can you do world-class things, no matter how capable you are."
-- Bill Gates

"Focusing your life solely on making a buck shows a certain poverty of ambition. It asks too little of yourself. Because it's only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you realize your true potential." -- Barack Obama

"Above all be of single aim; have a legitimate and useful purpose, and devote yourself unreservedly to it." -- James Allen

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Poetry Sunday


Gone Away… from Home


The angel swept across the miles,

a duty on her shoulder.
A quest she didn't understand.
Knowing God would hold her.

Leaving behind all she stored;
every material treasure.
To walk the road the Lord had set,
one without true measure.

Her family mourned for she was gone;
no longer by their side.
Her work for them was now complete;
Faith her only guide.

Firmly implanted, she walks alone,
a shield of grace adorned.
Everyone needs to let her grow,
Through the woman about to form.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Quotation Saturday


Only through art can we get outside of ourselves and know another's view of the universe.
~Marcel Proust

The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar and familiar things new.
~Samuel Johnson

The best style is the style you don't notice.
~Somerset Maugham

There are thousands of thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen and writes.
~William Makepeace Thackeray


No man should ever publish a book until he has first read it to a woman.
~Van Wyck Brooks

He that uses many words for the explaining any subject doth, like the cuttlefish, hide himself for the most part in his own ink.
~John Ray

I do not like to write - I like to have written.
~Gloria Steinem

A notepad by the bedside accounts for half the earnings of my livelihood. If it weren't for bedtime, half my novels would still be stuck at dock.
~Ever Garrison

I keep little notepads all over the place to write down ideas as soon as they strike, but the ones that fill up the quickest are always the ones at my nightstand.
~Emily Logan Decens

I even shower with my pen, in case any ideas drip out of the waterhead.
~Graycie Harmon

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
~Lord Byron



Monday, July 13, 2009

HOPE (quotes)

HOPE


"Your hopes, dreams and aspirations are legitimate. They are trying to take you airborne, above the clouds, above the storms, if you only let them." ~ William James

“Hope is the companion of power, and mother of success; for who so hopes strongly has within him the gift of miracles.” ~ Samuel Smiles

"Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.” ~ Sarah Ban Breathnach

"Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent." ~ Mignon McLaughlin

He who despairs over an event is a coward, but he who holds hope for the human condition is a fool. ~Albert Camus (1913 - 1960), The Rebel (1951)

Until the day when God shall deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is summed up in these two words,--'Wait and hope'. ~~Alexandre Dumas (1802 - 1870), The Count of Monte Cristo

While there's life, there's hope. ~Cicero (106 BC - 43 BC), Ad Atticum

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
Without the words,
and never stops at all.
~EmilyDickinson (1830 - 1886)


Remember, no matter how hard the times are that you are going through,

no matter how low you fall...
there is always hope!
~joni~

Monday, July 06, 2009

Put off until tomorrow...

...what you should be doing today.


The real quote is “Why put off until tomorrow, what you can do today.” ‘Why’ being the operative word here, but lately I’ve missed the boat and have been putting off until tomorrow the things I should be doing today.

Like my writing. Some would call it procrastinating, but I am in a serious deficit of putting things off until tomorrow. Like this post, it entered my mind last week, bubbled there a bit, and I thought, I’ll wait until tomorrow. It is a week later and I’m just getting to this post, and believe me, I have tons going on in my head that make me want to stop writing and put it off again until...tomorrow? Next week perhaps?

My dilemma? Well most of you know that I’ve moved recently and almost all of you (who follow religiously) are aware of my situation. Recap: Fiancé going blind, no medical help, being forced to move to another state in hopes of getting help, then...the farm. A city girl born and raised, who yearned for the country life, and now, it seems my life is all that I’ve dreamed of.

I’m on a farm, I have a garden and I have well over 3 acres of land to mow and tend. We’re renting, but it still is an awe inspiring emotional time for me. So where does that leave my writing? It is in my heart, always, that’s where! Don’t worry, I may get behind in my blog, I may forget to help you all in your writing journey, but please know, the only things that I put off until tomorrow, are the very things that I HAVE to put off for the moment.

I’ve mentored this F2K session and I wasn’t even there in my heart. I have two rooms that I facilitate at WVU and luckily it is a slow time in the U or they would be having my head and taking over my rooms. Everyone understands what is happening in my life so they understand what things are more important to me at this time. If I worry about everyone else, who is going to worry about me and my family?

I have a strong faith that carries me through every single day, and when He says, “Joni, get back to your writing this instant!” I will surely adhere to His voice and come back here full steam ahead. I think in the Fall I’ll have tons to write about and maybe my mind will have absorbed all that is going on here and maybe, just maybe, I’ll write about it and tell you all how it plays into my writing life.

For you, the new writer, I’m not putting you off, I’m not putting off my writing or my blog, I’m just inhaling the glorious beauty that the Lord has surrounded me with. Whatever you do, “Don’t put off until tomorrow, what YOU can do TODAY!”


"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore.Dream. Discover!"
-- MARK TWAIN


Sunday, July 05, 2009

Poetry Sunday

Life’s Chained Prison

Am I alone in this chained prison,
all by my own fruition?
Do I idly cower in fear,
it's never clear;
problems have nearly risen.

To heights unforeseen, I am alone;
on a quest not yet shown.
Do I scamper all about,
I try to shout.....
but silent is my tone.

Confusion has impeded my sight.
I often buckle; no strength to fight.
Will anyone hear my cries,
unveiled lies,
The blind now see the light.

Free me from these sheltered walls,
I hear the sacred angels calls.
Not alone I am defeating,
now completing;
HIS arms will catch my falls!!!!


Saturday, July 04, 2009

Quotation Saturday



Proust speaks of "an illusory magical power in literature".

It is not possible that a piece of sculpture, a piece of music which gives us an emotion which we feel to be more exalted, more pure, more true, does not correspond to some definite spiritual reality. It is surely symbolical of one, since it gives that impression of profundity and truth. Thus nothing resembled more closely than some such phrase of Vinteuil the peculiar pleasure which I had felt at certain moments in my life, when gazing, for instance, at the steeples of Martinville, or at certain trees along a road near Balbec, or, more simply, in the first part of this book, when I tasted a certain cup of tea."

This passage links together two of Proust's main ideas: the idea that art reveals deep truths, truths that daily life doesn't reveal, and the idea that unconscious memory, the memory of a sight, a smell or a taste, can also reveal deep truths.

Like most outstanding writers, Proust had a low opinion of literary critics. Proust said that critics always overrate certain authors and underrate others: "This constant aberration of the critics is such that a writer should almost prefer to be judged by the public at large....For the talent of a great writer--which, after all, is merely an instinct religiously hearkened to (while silence is imposed on everything else) perfected and understood--has more in common with the instinctive life of the people than with the superficial verbiage and fluctuating standards of the conventionally recognised judges."

Write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I'm not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.
~~Neil Gaiman

You can take for granted that people know more or less what a street, a shop, a beach, a sky, an oak tree look like. Tell them what makes this one different.
~~Neil Gaiman

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
~~Edgar Allan Poe

A scrupulous writer, in every sentence that he writes, will ask himself at least four questions, thus: 1. What am I trying to say? 2. What words will express it? 3. What image or idiom will make it clearer? 4. Is this image fresh enough to have an effect? ~~ George Orwell

You must keep sending work out; you must never let a manuscript do nothing but eat its head off in a drawer. You send that work out again and again, while you're working on another one. If you have talent, you will receive some measure of success - but only if you persist. ~~ Isaac Asimov

If any man wish to write in a clear style, let him be first clear in his thoughts; and if any would write in a noble style, let him first possess a noble soul.
~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

America's greatest strength, and its greatest weakness, is our belief in second chances, our belief that we can always start over, that things can be made better.
~~Anthony Walton

Yet America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.
~~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "The Poet," Essays, Second Series, 1844

When an American says that he loves his country, he means not only that he loves the New England hills, the prairies glistening in the sun, the wide and rising plains, the great mountains, and the sea. He means that he loves an inner air, an inner light in which freedom lives and in which a man can draw the breath of self-respect.
~~Adlai Stevenson

Have a SAFE and GLORIOUS Fourth of July in the Land of the FREE

Monday, June 29, 2009

A Poem for Monday


What is Love?

There's more to love than meets the eye.
Give it wings and it will fly.
Sow it in the richest soil.
A tree burst forth with little toil.
Hold it in the palm of your hand,
mold it, shape it so it will stand.
Drop it in the widest sea,
it will flow through you and me.
Make it an instrument and it creates song,
carry you gently your whole life long.
Release it to the fragrant air;
surely it finds a heart to snare.
Give it freely, if for no reason;
it takes the form of the changing season.
Breathe it in and it will seep,
into your soul for you to keep.
Plant it firmly within your heart,
the seed of love will never part.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day


The Storms We Watch
***

A thousand miles away I may be
the love of my father sweeps through me.
When storms they pass overhead;
my father and I watched with dread.

We knew the storm held danger within
but we stood there watching thunderheads spin.
I looked up at him with childlike zeal
knowing the lightning’s crash would peal.

Scared as I was I clung to his hip
his arm on my shoulder, I was tight in his grip.
The rain would fall in rapid procession,
we stood amazed, the storm our obsession.

All through life I road many a storm
knowing his love would keep me warm.
I carry his arm wrapped round my shoulder
with every storm as I get older.

I know he’ll love, protect and keep
the storms at bay so I may sleep.
In peace I’ll grow, his strength by my side
for me he’ll always have arms open wide.

Though we don’t see each other too much
you can rest assured I feel his touch.
With every raging storm that goes by,
I’m out there seeing him look in my eye.

A thousand miles away I may be,
The love of my father always sweeps through me!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Quotation Saturday


Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.
~ Juvenal (AD 60-130)

The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is you really want to say. ~Mark Twain

The expression "to write something down" suggests a descent of thought to the fingers whose movements immediately falsify it.
~William Gass, "Habitations of the Word," Kenyon Review, October 1984

Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.
~ Graycie Harmon

When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence.
~ Samuel Butler

When something can be read without effort, great effort has gone into its writing.
~ Enrique Jardiel Poncela

I asked Ring Lardner the other day how he writes his short stories, and he said he wrote a few widely separated words or phrases on a piece of paper and then went back and filled in the spaces.
~ Harold Ross

The ablest writer is only a gardener first, and then a cook: his tasks are, carefully to select and cultivate his strongest and most nutritive thoughts; and when they are ripe, to dress them, wholesomely, and yet so that they may have a relish.
~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of 'Artist.'
~ Edgar Allan Poe

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Poetry Sunday



I Asked My Soul A Question
***
I asked my soul a question.
What am I searching for?
Gently holding onto the knob,
It opened up a door.

Cascading tiny showers of love,
Embellished an aching heart.
Agony, ecstasy, shame and sorrow,
Each had there own part.

Strings of light came shining through,
Appearing as a sword.
Strumming sounds of destiny,
Each a blazing chord.

Prisms on the meadow.
My heart now plays a song.
The sword now clutched in my hand.
I know where I belong.

I asked my soul a question.
I found what I came for.
Gently holding onto the knob.
It closed the open door.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Quotation Saturday



Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space.
~Orson Scott Card

The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it.
~Jules Renard, "Diary," February 1895

When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can.
~Samuel Lover, Handy Andy, 1842

If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster.
~Isaac Asimov

I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork.
~Peter De Vries

Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind.
~Catherine Drinker Bowen, Atlantic, December 1957

To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make.
~Truman Capote, McCall's, November 1967

For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain [and] the noise of battle. ~John Cheever

Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. ~Gene Fowler

Everywhere I go I'm asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them. There's many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.
~Flannery O'Connor

Every great writer is a writer of history, let him treat on almost any subject he may.
~Walter Savage Landor, Imaginary Conversation: Diogenes and Plato

Friday, June 12, 2009

POV and tense shift


This is a much needed repost of mine. :-)

Recently I have noticed the biggest problem for new writer’s is not getting the story out, it is keeping the story consistent.

Consistency in POV and consistency with tenses. Sure I see alot of grammatical issues being tossed out there as a new writer, but POV is one tough element of the craft that needs to be honed and mastered.

Mastering the POV will help in keeping the work consistent.

We, f2k, had an exercise this week in POV and when asked to shift pov, alot of people wrote the same exact paragraph and switched the POV from “He said” to “I said”. To me, shifting the point of view changes the perspective and the ‘who’ is seeing what and from whose point of view.

Here’s an example of something I’m working on: Two pov’s and different perspectives arise.

POV 1 ~ First person
As I hover over my lifeless body lying below me, I wonder where I am. The aroma of a fresh garden surrounds me making me feel like a weightless cloud. I want to yell down to myself, but I can’t seem to communicate from here. I walk slowly toward the endless portal that awaits me. I float like a feather on an endless air drifting into the unknown. No claps of thunder, no bolts of lightning, just eerie warmth surrounds me. A gravitational pull sucks me like a huge non-existent vacuum of space and time. I turn away from the light and try in a motionless effort to reclaim the body I left. Suddenly, I awaken to the trickle of an ice cold shower that releases me from the warm safe haven. I scan the bathroom and wonder how on earth did I get in here?

POV2 ~ Third person
Look at her, a lifeless form in need of assistance. She has left her body only to discover the realm of the unknown. The bright light that has hold of her won’t let her go. She can wriggle and worm all she wants but it is pulling with an endless flux of gravity. She knows this is the end of the line, the place she’s heard about but never wanted to be at the cusp of her youth. She's grappling with fear yet releasing herself without a fight, letting herself drift into the aromatic garden that waits. As moments pass, time is of the essence.
She needs to be revived; it’s not her time. Wait; look; she’s in bathroom shower. How on earth did she get there?

The same paragraph but from different perspectives, and two different pov’s. This shift sometimes confuses new writer’s because they can’t see from anyone elses eyes. They are looking at the paragraph and thinking they need to write the exact same words but change *I* into *She*. When I shift pov, I see from someone else eyes.

I think we need to look at perspective as much as POV. Work on the POV, sifting through all the knowledge you can and retry the exercise and I can bet you’re perspective will change too. You’ll be seeing through different eyes in no time.

Now get moving, Write Right!

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Are you Showing or Telling?


Joni’s going to write on her blog.

Joni sits at her desk, pencils, paper, stapler and paper clips surrounding her. A deep sigh leaves her mouth as she sits contemplating, ready to tap on the keys preparing to write today’s blog.

Aha! I think I’ll write about SHOW vs. Tell! In the first sentence I told you what Joni was going to do. In the second sentence I SHOWED you.

Showing is more specific in terms as it lays out the picture for you. General terms are good when you need to tell when something is happening that is brief in the story. Whereas, showing moves the story along from point A to point B.

To tell a story, one only needs to say, Mary went to the store. To help in getting the picture across to your reader you need to learn how to SHOW them the story. Mary grabbed her purse hurried out the front door to walk down to the corner store. The screen door slammed as her mother called from behind, “Don’t forget the bread.”

Think of yourself reading a book. You don’t start at the end, you begin at the first page. You take it slowly and read one page at a time so you can grasp the entire picture.

Taken out of context, you can speed read a page here and there but do you fulfill your journey of enjoyment? Showing and telling can give you the same information. But with the showing the reader gets to savor each and every morsel.

Creating a mental picture for the reader is important if you care for them to read to the end. Children love fairy tales where they don’t need a lot of the baggage that comes with imagery, they get picture books. But novels or short stories need to tap into the mental cinema of the reader’s mind.

Telling is fine for trivial things like it was a stormy day. If the storm is essential to moving the story along or part of the immediate scene then showing should be done. Don’t over do it with the imagery so no one says you’re padding your work. Showing should come as a natural flow to you.

I was sad when my dog died.

This is me telling you how I felt.


I was miserable when my dog died. It hurt so much I could just spit. I never expected him to die and now he’s left me alone and lonely for companionship.

This is me padding the telling. You read that my dog died, I hurt, and I feel alone.

Today I was distracted when the puppies in the park were playing frisbee, it reminded me of my Skippy. My friend for life or so I thought, until he contracted a deadly virus that took him from me. No longer do I look at his bowls the same way as they still sit on the floor near the door.

This statement gives more specific details, without telling how I “felt”. You can read in my words that I miss him. You can read my hurt without using the word. You can read that I miss my dog and that I’m hurting just by getting the longing feeling from, “No longer do I look at his bowls.”

The point of "showing" is not to drown the reader in a sea of details. Instead, you should pick out only those details that matter.

Give your reader something to hold onto. Give him a tale of beauty. Save the telling for the hairdresser.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Poetry Sunday ~ His Eyes


His Eyes
All rights reserved: copyright © Joni Zipp
For you Steven!

He saw the setting sun at one time
gazed at the orb as if it was his last time.
With each passing day the sun set lower
and lower still until he could see it no more.

The moon rose and he saw it making shadows
with the branches of the trees waving in the wind;
every night the shades got dimmer and dimmer
he soon realized, the moon was the sun.

His eyes saw the breath of light dancing playfully.
A time came when the silhouette disappeared
he saw nothing. The beauty of the flower
gone, taken away in a span of time.

Torn from his view was everything we cherish
in the world. We see and can behold the sun
the moon,the afterglow, ripples on water.
In his eyes, he imagines that it exist and at some
point he realizes it does, just not in his eyes.
All rights reserved: copyright © Joni Zipp

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Quotation Saturday

For you to enjoy and deep thoughts~~

If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.
~ Emile Zola

I can’t help but to write, I have an inner need for it. If I’m not in the middle of some literary project, I’m utterly lost, unhappy and distressed. As soon as I get started, I calm down.
~ Kaari Utrio

My purpose is to entertain myself first and other people secondly.
~ John D. MacDonald
Writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted.
~ Jules Renard

The only reason for being a professional writer is that you just can't help it.
~ Leo Rosten

There is more pleasure to building castles in the air than on the ground.
~ Edward Gibbon

Say all you have to say in the fewest possible words, or your reader will be sure to skip them; and in the plainest possible words or he will certainly misunderstand them.
~~ John Ruskin (1819 - 1900)

“Detail makes the difference between boring and terrific writing. Its the difference between a pencil sketch and a lush oil painting. As a writer, words are your paint. Use all the colors.”
~~ Rhys Alexander Writing Gooder, 12-09-05

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Poetry Sunday ~ Embracing Beauty

Adams pic
(the budding
photographer)

Embracing Beauty
All rights reserved: copyright © Joni Zipp
The land has erupted in a glorious sound
today the birds are searching the ground;
high above they soar to the skies
in the tree one tries and flies.

The earth is ripe with glistening greenery
new birth is lending my eyes great scenery.
I gaze out over the expansive plain
that breathes for release from the springtime rain.

I can not fathom all that has changed
My routine life has been rearranged.
I wake in the morning and inhale beauty
My call to God’s land feels like my duty.

I tend the grass, my family, my home
Out in the mid-west my soul can roam.
I craved this lifestyle for many years
through too much hardship and tons of tears.

Now I hold my dream in my hand.
No longer confined, I’m tending the land
Inhaling all that God wants me to see
I rejoice in His love, He has set me free.

I’m like the bird who sits in the nest.
just waiting for food while he’s at rest.
I have my wings, I’m ready to soar;
I take to flight I’m imprisoned no more!
All rights reserved: copyright © Joni Zipp

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Pic by Adam

Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don't feel I should be doing something else.
~ Gloria Steinem

No one is able to enjoy such feast than the one who throws a party in his own mind.
~ Selma Lagerlöf

Writing wasn’t easy to start. After I finally did it, I realized it was the most direct contact possible with the part of myself I thought I had lost, and which I constantly find new things from. Writing also includes the possibility of living many lives as well as living in any time or world possible. I can satisfy my enthusiasm for research, but jump like a calf outside the strict boundaries of science. I can speak about things that are important to me and somebody listens. It’s wonderful!
~ Virpi Hämeen-Anttila

There are many reasons why novelists write - but they all have one thing in common: a need to create an alternative world.
~ John Fowles

The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.
~ Catherine Drinker Bowen

The novel is an event in consciousness. Our aim isn't to copy actuality, but to modify and recreate our sense of it. The novelist is inviting the reader to watch a performance in his own brain.
~ George Buchanan

With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
~ Edgar Allan Poe

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Poetry Sunday


Fall from Grace

Father, Father what have I done?
Seems I have strayed from number One.
Faltered, faltered where do I turn?
Save me from this hellfire’s burn.

Sheltered, sheltered, my broken soul.
Once on top I was fully whole.
Fallen, fallen from empty space.
Wiping the teardrops from my face

Hear me, hear me, my fervent cries.
Please take this sadness from my eyes.
I beg thee, beg thee, to free this sin.
Unleash my pain so I may win.

Take me, take me for I have strayed.
Forgive the choices I have made.
Save me, save me, this shallow hue.
Free my soul to begin anew.