I'm okay with my family members seeing my fiction, but some of the poetry might get me in trouble.
Mind-wrestling with Poets (it's a community thread! Come on in!)
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This one was odd. I mean my Uncle is a fisherman, and thought I'd write him a poem about fishing. Though I'm not sure how he feels about me using the words float and gloat together. Plus the accidental global warming themes.
It's like I'm cursed with environmental messages at times. I'm not sure I like that.
Anyone else writing forms your not used to? I think at this point, the only reason I don't like country is the accent. But then there is British Country, Irish Country. So my feelings are lot more mixed now.
It's like I'm cursed with environmental messages at times. I'm not sure I like that.
Anyone else writing forms your not used to? I think at this point, the only reason I don't like country is the accent. But then there is British Country, Irish Country. So my feelings are lot more mixed now.
So. I bought myself a Christmas present of poetry, which should arrive tomorrow or Friday in the mail.
It's Sylvia Plath's Ariel: The Restored Edition: A Facsimile of Plath's Manuscript, Reinstating Her Original Selection and Arrangement
It's a facsimile of Plath's original manuscript as she left it on her desk, including her handwritten notes. It restores twelve poems her husband cut out, drops twelve he added, and prints the manuscript in Plath’s own order.
I can't wait to check it out.
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I also bought her novel, The Bell Jar, which I've never read. That's my plan for New Year's Eve.
It's Sylvia Plath's Ariel: The Restored Edition: A Facsimile of Plath's Manuscript, Reinstating Her Original Selection and Arrangement
It's a facsimile of Plath's original manuscript as she left it on her desk, including her handwritten notes. It restores twelve poems her husband cut out, drops twelve he added, and prints the manuscript in Plath’s own order.
I can't wait to check it out.
ETA:
I also bought her novel, The Bell Jar, which I've never read. That's my plan for New Year's Eve.
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It pisses me off that her husband tinkered with her manuscript, especially to that extent. It sounds like she had a pretty clear idea of how she wanted to present her work to readers.
I'll report back when I've done a read or two.
I'll report back when I've done a read or two.
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Oh, you definitely have to let me know how you like Ariel.
I'm listening to The Dead Authors Podcast of F. Scott Fitzgerald and James Joyce, and giggling like an idiot while I sit at my desk.
I'm listening to The Dead Authors Podcast of F. Scott Fitzgerald and James Joyce, and giggling like an idiot while I sit at my desk.
What is this? Sounds very interesting, I should be revising right now, but I'm always looking for things to idle away my time with
http://thedeadauthorspodcast.libsyn.com/appendix-g-f-scott-fitzgerald-and-james-joyce
So, this is a podcast but is performed on stage with a live audience. The premise is that HG Wells travels back in time and brings dead authors to the stage and interviews them. It is improv, and absolutely hysterical.
I highly recommend scrolling through their list of past podcasts (and specifically recommend Edgar Allen Poe and JD Salinger as one of my very favorites). The Appendices episodes are the best: mash ups with more than one author.
The drunk Fitzgerald improv is killing me right now.
So, this is a podcast but is performed on stage with a live audience. The premise is that HG Wells travels back in time and brings dead authors to the stage and interviews them. It is improv, and absolutely hysterical.
I highly recommend scrolling through their list of past podcasts (and specifically recommend Edgar Allen Poe and JD Salinger as one of my very favorites). The Appendices episodes are the best: mash ups with more than one author.
The drunk Fitzgerald improv is killing me right now.
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Lord Byron and Norman Mailer had me actually crying I laughed so hard.
(Appendix E from October 2014)
(Appendix E from October 2014)
I'll have to listen to some of these -- they sound like they might go well with dinner tonight. Damn it, I need to get work done today.
So many things I want to read/listen to/write/do -- and none of them will bring me money, career advancement, a devoted husband, or a white picket fence with three bonny golden-haired children impaled upon it.
So many things I want to read/listen to/write/do -- and none of them will bring me money, career advancement, a devoted husband, or a white picket fence with three bonny golden-haired children impaled upon it.
If you do listen to them, start with Salinger and Poe. Then do Lord Byron and Mailer.
After that, however you'd like to listen. But those two...oh those two.
I've listened to nearly all of them. it's good for a commute.
After that, however you'd like to listen. But those two...oh those two.
I've listened to nearly all of them.
it's good for a commute.
I wrestle you from your mind
I wrestle you from your mind
I wrestle you from your mind
I wrestle you from your mind
I wrestle you from your mind
I wrestle you from your mind
I wrestle you from your mind
she wrangles the flowers
with haberdasher flair
of neither
les hommes or terror
and with haste leaves them
Been sampling some chanson nouveau so thought I would give it a whirl on my own. Getting the liaison down is hard (edit: and looking back I failed miserably on that.) Can understand why many of the chansoneuses et al opt to lapse between English and French when trying to make Anglophone recordings.
with haberdasher flair
of neither
les hommes or terror
and with haste leaves them
Been sampling some chanson nouveau so thought I would give it a whirl on my own. Getting the liaison down is hard (edit: and looking back I failed miserably on that.) Can understand why many of the chansoneuses et al opt to lapse between English and French when trying to make Anglophone recordings.
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Is mind-trestling allowed? One attempts to uplift, rather than pin, another's mind. OK?
Usually I think
everyone is a poet,
but on some days,
I know it.
Usually I think
everyone is a poet,
but on some days,
I know it.
Oh, good. It just so happens I brought one with me. Anyone want to have a friendly discussion about similes or metaphors?
Well, no, not really, but there's an ugly words thread in Office Party, and I mentioned your cudgel there. Not by name, of course.
I told them I was very disappointed in the thread. I doesn't have nearly enough ugly words in it. Most of them like all the words. Very tedious.