Before I get to poetry, I want to pose another question particularly for two groups: Actors and real people.
The other day, I saw an add on TV for Chevrolet and the awards they’ve won. As the add opened, The following appeared on screen laid over a group entering the set:
Real people not actors.
I know a few actors. Several, in fact, who are not only good at acting but are very good friends. It never occurred to me to ask them if they were real people. I just took it for granted. Now I wonder what they would have said to me.
Have any of you out there who have actors for friends or who just know some actors well enough to talk to them ever asked if they were real people? (We’ll assume they are real something — but it’s the people thing we need to know.) What did they say?
Now for the poem. “The Telling” was originally published in Aberration Labyrinth February 1, 2014. Continue reading
Go ahead — hit that space bar.
I have some writer friends that I know will recognize an exchange similar to this:
“You should get out if these dreary rooms, Henry. They’re half the reason you’re blocked.”
“Am I blocked? I’d just thought of myself as a slow typist.”
“What do you do, hit the space bar once a day?”
John Updike in “Bech Panics” in Bech a Book (1970)
Just my way of saying, like I said in the comment on the last post, I’m coming back. Just watch this space. Things have happened.
Enjoy your day —
Check out this latest post at Roxi St. Clair. (And then spend some time roaming the site. You’ll be glad you did.)
It demonstrates an excellent understanding of the Haiku Sensibility and how to apply it in English poetry. The only suggestion I would make if I were editing the poem would be to consider the word “at” rather than “to” in the fifth line.
I just saw this on the Spiritbath blog. If you haven’t been there, you should go and spend some time.
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That’s all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.
Quoted on the Stories page at Carve Magazine, a fiction journal S and I just recently discovered. When you get to the site, read the stories. They are true gems filled with the right words. I’ll have more to say about them later.
Thank you, David Attenborough.
It’s important to be sure we appreciate the moment we’re in, because it’s the only moment we really have. Here’s a commercial from the BBC that a friend sent me to help me do just that.
I heard Rob Reiner this morning on NPR’s Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me, and he was talking about going to his father when he was a boy and saying “Dad, I want to change my name.”
His dad thought, Oh boy. Here it comes. “Ok,” he said. “What do you want to change it to?”
To which the young Rob said, “Carl.”
If you followed my previous blog, you know I like to share language gems. Often, they’re accidents. Sometimes, though, they’re on purpose. Here’s one I heard on a TV trailer for the movie Five-Year Engagement. A group of mourners were standing around a grave site where they were apparently burying their mother. One man said: “Mother’s last words were ‘I can’t wait ’til Violet’s wedding.'” I couldn’t help myself. I chuckled for the rest of the afternoon. I think I’ll go see the movie.