Broken Italy broken all over again!
Yet another revision. This one is a revision of that capriccio I put up awhile back and said I’d probably never revise. A link to the original is at the bottom.
“Broken Italy”
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Religious Conversion from a Sestina
So a sestina is this ridiculous type of form poem. Here’s the Wikipedia entry on it, if you’re interested.
My delightful professor who likes to throw the fear of poetry into me now and again, much like the fear of God, had the class write one awhile back. In revision, I broke from the form but kept the feel and flow and mood as best I could while improving upon the original. I just needed some wiggle room. This one still needs quite a bit of work, but I think this is quite nice for an early revision.
“Distant Thoughts of a Gunslinger”
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Revising my Art Gallery
I originally posted a poetry piece that had a series of 4 poems about different deviantart galleries. This is the revision of that piece, and there’s a link to the original version, which contains links to the individual galleries, at the bottom.
“Lift It Up or Me Up so I Can See, My Gallery”
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Chapter 6
Here’s the next chapter of the novel. I’m sort of pounding it out now, trying to keep up with my submission deadlines.
THINKING
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Sniper in the Basement
Here’s a short scene I wrote awhile back. I don’t really intend to use it for anything, but who knows. It would make for an easy short story! Anyway, here it is:
Let Us Not Forget the Value of Loyalty
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A Dove to Bear.. just something I scribbled down and edited a bit
“A Dove to Bear”
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Art Gallery Poem
Here’s a poem written in the style of an assembled personal art gallery. Yes, more ekphrastic poetry. Anyway, the artists I chose all have DeviantArt accounts, and the links to them are included at the end of their section. This is a first draft of the poem, so it still has some reworking to undergo–mainly I’ll probably extend a few of the sections and play with the language probably quite a bit.
“Artwork Promised High, My Gallery”
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Need to Refocus my Energies
So I took down the The Answer You’re Looking For novel section because I decided I need to focus on my novel for class. I will continue to do some background writing for that novel possibility, but I probably won’t put any of it up until I get to the end of this project for class. It’s probably going to be my first true attempt at writing a novel, utilizing what I learn from this class and going through the process of pulling one together. Not that the class isn’t making me attempt a novel, but it’s at a pace that allows me a certain lack of control, so I’m considering it a learning experience more than anything else.
Dreaming by the Book
So I haven’t done any of the writing snippets I used to do for some time. But in my poetry class we’ve been trying to find ways to make images more real to the mind. There’s a book by Elaine Scarry called Dreaming by the Book that goes over different ways that the mind sees things from literature. While we are trying to adapt these ideas to poetry, I’ve mostly written prose snippets for the exercises we’ve done. We’ve written 12 for class so far and have 10 more due on Tuesday. Judging from my teacher’s comments on those that I’ve written so far, I’ve failed miserably. Anyway, here are some of the new ones. The first line is without the effect; the second line is the one with the effect.
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She looked over the barren room and felt a sense of longing now that she was moving away.
The dawn shone through her window into what was her room, now made barren by the moving process. She made rabbits out of the light on the dusty floor, guarded so long by her rug, but as she moved her hands away, the rabbits were gone. Under the doorframe, she wondered if the whole room would be gone when she shut the door behind her.
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I watched the crow shift its wings like scissors as it flew through the sky.
I watched the crow shifts its wings like scissors as invisible gusts of wind lifted it up so that it could continue to opaque the clouds.
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Her beauty made me want to believe her.
I believed her because as the glints of sun stuck to the pink cherry chapstick on her round, full lips I couldn’t help but be pulled in.
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I never really noticed the floorboards of my room, until one day I stubbed my toe and had to clean it.
I never paid much heed to the wood flooring of my room. Then, when I stubbed my toe and had to use a rag to clean it, I noticed the fine grains that, along with the flecks of blood, slipped in and out of the wood’s chips and imperfections, which the floor had readily acquired with age.
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The matador draped the red silk cape over his arm.
The matador draped the cape over his arm, and the red silk’s natural ripples became smooth across his muscular forearm.
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They held each other’s hands on a graffiti covered park bench.
Their hands met over the park bench. They obscured scrawls of “Sam + Lisa” and “Monroe wuz here”, but on the top board, just above their intertwined fingers, it read: “Somebody loves you”.
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(This last one has some language in it.)
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Chapter 4
So here’s chapter 4. I’m trying to work out a more concise and active writing style for this work, so the next few posts should be interesting from that standpoint.
SEEING IS BELIEVING
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At War with Homework
So, I’m writing a novel for my novel writing class, but that’s still homework, and I always do a bit of writing to distract me from my homework. Thus, I have started to work on another, seperate novel in various blank spaces when I feel inspired or bored with homework. The working title is The Answer You’ve Been Looking For, and it will have sporadic updates here on the page, whenever I complete a section. The plan is to divide it up into many many chapters, so the sections will be short, and thus the updates will have some regular irregularity. Some things are borrow from The Wayfarer, such as the opening quotation because it will still sort of being a coming of age story, but this one I am not pressed to write, and I don’t have a grade riding on it, so I hope it will be interesting and fresher than the very rough submissions I try and pull together for my writing class. It will also have a little less grounding in reality.
Here She Be -- The Battlements 