Well, I've had my fights with vilanelles and pantoums. But the idea of losing time and then losing a line per stanza was too good to pass up.
I may be the next great voice in light verse. Just you wait.
I was under the impression that I was your big comfy blanky.
Oz ,'Him'
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Steph L. - Jul 07, 2003 7:12:14 pm PDT #1537 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
deborah grabien - Jul 07, 2003 7:20:53 pm PDT #1538 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I may be the next great voice in light verse. Just you wait.
Hee! I believe it.
And besides, you could offer it as a course should you happen to open a writing school.
Somewhere other than where you are, that is.
I'm just saying....
Deena - Jul 08, 2003 2:40:28 am PDT #1539 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
I didn't even get the losing a line... Yes, it's proven, I'm a poetry moron.
erikaj - Jul 08, 2003 6:16:06 am PDT #1540 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
"Cherry" is my favorite. But, sad to say, I appreciate "Coda's" state of mind. Not sad that I know how you feel...you know.
Rebecca Lizard - Jul 08, 2003 2:58:02 pm PDT #1541 of 10001
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
"Cherry Girl" still makes me grin. And I love the "losing time and then losing a line per stanza" thing.
deborah grabien - Jul 08, 2003 10:13:38 pm PDT #1542 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Yup - daylight savings time, 4-3-2-1, ending on "shorter". A perfect gestalt.
What's not to lurve?
Steph L. - Jul 09, 2003 6:20:50 am PDT #1543 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
You people are good for my writerly self-esteem. Thanks!
deborah grabien - Jul 09, 2003 2:52:27 pm PDT #1544 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I adore my husband.
When I was having issues working out what happened next in "Matty Groves", he suggested I drabble the possibilities. The drabble is the tight little 100-word-precisely form used for the Sunday 100 fics.
I was hemming and hawing and not knowing what happened to start chapter 7. So he said, drabble. And I sat down and this is what came out:
She sits on the borrowed bed, surrounded by chintz and sentiment.
Behind her eyes there are monsters; memories of horror lurk like chimeras, just beyond her recall. A falcon screams, there's no air, she can't breathe, penetration and violation and rage and a sense of perverted ownership aimed straight at her, in the twisted soul of a ghost, a man dead four hundred years.
Somehow, she has to remember. She has to see.
She doesn't want to.
The monster behind the curtain blinks its odd-coloured eyes. Lifting a hand like the falcon's talon, it pushes the gauze of memory aside.
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I think I'm a-gonna keep this one, and use it. I now know what happens next; I just wrote the first three pages of it.
Drabble is my friend.
Anne W. - Jul 09, 2003 3:07:01 pm PDT #1545 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Yay, Nic! Deb, that's a gorgeous passage.
amych - Jul 09, 2003 3:08:43 pm PDT #1546 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Excellent drabblage, Deb; and if you like you can tell Nic I'm taking his advice as we speak.