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#resistance #poetry

In this sad day for the world
Estamos tocando el fondo

I felt the urge to open a space
where friends in poetry could
share words of hope
keep on texting people and words
and things beyond the surface.

Please ping me to get an invitation to this (non-public) space.
The toll to pay will be to bring in a piece of true poetry.

La poesía es un arma cargada de futuro

Poesía para el pobre, poesía necesaria
como el pan de cada día,
como el aire que exigimos trece veces por minuto,
para ser y en tanto somos dar un sí que glorifica.

Porque vivimos a golpes, porque apenas si nos dejan
decir que somos quien somos,
nuestros cantares no pueden ser sin pecado un adorno.
Estamos tocando el fondo.
Estamos tocando el fondo.

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According to author Amy Arden, the success of worldbuilding is "in the details"! And when it comes to historical fiction, attention to detail is crucial to creating a story that feels real.

Read on for her go-to resources when it comes to digging through the past.

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While walking on familiar streets,
crossing your favorite bridges,
jumping the puddles after the rain
have you ever tried to refocus your eyes
and look into the shining surface?

You could see the tops
of the lamp posts,
the roofs and the sky
under your feet
as if
you are flying.

Have your ever tried
to say anything
right into headlights
of a train running into your face
and stop it?

Have you ever survived
or defeat?
If not, that is okay.
It simply means
you have not lived.

IRiz January 2017


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+Debra Roberts

Either this is a genuine page from a real book, having lost reference, title, author and any kind of metadata.
Or maybe it's an anonymous book, with only the page #189.

In either case, worth reading.

Inscrutability of reference

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Trees are nice writers.
And +Irene Riz reads trees very nicely.
But not only - she also reads (long) books. Discovered her through her comment on a lively +Mac Vogt post about 1Q84.


My first tale

Humans had been around trees for long enough now that the trees decided they wanted to understand humans better.
At first glance they realized that humans do not have roots.
This shocking discovery made them shiver and filled their souls with compassion. They prayed to human God and ask for the roots for humans.

God laughed and said that it is a silly idea, because humans like to wander.
A few hundred years later trees noticed that humans suffer a lot from cold and heat and they prayed for human God to take away their pain.

God replied with a brief note saying that humans need to feel happiness that does not exist without pain.

The last thing they asked was to make humans to live as long as they were.
That exhausted god's patience because humans only move if they are pressed for time.
God did not answer anything so trees are still praying for us.

Do you see a praying figure on the right?

(C) IRiz 2016

Nature inspires to create. There are endless hints in the woods that inspired our predecessors to create myths and tales. Last year I started to collect the images of the dried branches and old trees that looked mysterious or reminded me of creatures or have some sort of a character.
I invite everyone to join me and help to continue my collection.
Let's try to think of a tale or a plot that involves the creature.
Tag your post #forestsculpture and I will re-share it here.


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Still struggling with my novel's characters who have kept driving me crazy, just ignoring the story signposts I thought I had made clear for them, changing their minds and moods without notice, not showing the slightest respect whatsoever for their creator.

I have no choice. Either they follow me, or I'm bound to follow them. We will need each other until I write "The End".

I feel less lonely reading that.
I still make coffee btw. Here, also, this bit on writing stuck with me. It's a good way to put it:

If you aren’t taken by surprise in the process of putting words on paper then you’re only writing about what you already know, you’re trucking in conclusions. I need a crisis, I’m courting failure, the possibility of silence, because it’s only at that moment that I actually need to find words, new words hopefully.

-- Charles D'Ambrosio.

I don't actually know who he is, but I like the quote. I think it would apply to any creative thing, don't you think? Don't you know the power of luck when, magically, what you are doing makes sense? Your subconscious naturally wants to pick out patterns, and that's where all your complexity and newness thrives, so you gotta trust you'll be able to survive in the forest, that you can find some ranging completeness.

Even though, a lot of times, you don't!

I want a tolerance for failure, even as I want the clarity that intolerance can bring.

It's a blind trust. I know it doesn't happen often, but I know it could, but even if I feel that potential for the new welling up in me, it translates about as well as thinking a scratch ticket is gonna win. The truth is my intuition is mostly hidden by a wall, and jumping in is blind, and the new just happens like a lightning strike. As soon as I think it's not like that, I'm sliding further from the truth and into preconceived, stale notions.

What has this to do with coffee? Not a lot. It's pretty though isn't it?

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Lettres ouvertes qui méritent de se poser un moment pour les lire.

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Recours au Poème

Ce titre me plait. La poésie comme (dernier?) recours ... 

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Of direct interest for my current writing are the Six Important Elements of Dystopian Fiction

Thanks +Zara Altair
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