Tag: writing
member name: Brenda Clews
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November 02, 2009 05:29 PM EST --
Chthonic goddess of the greening earth. Wrinkled, like tree bark, painted, an exotic glade. Process, the recycling of Nature, life emerging from death. An organic art. The mask's fronds . . .
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March 17, 2007 10:02 PM EDT --
Logic is tiresome, like madness. The brown suede cover of my pocket calendar, the one in which I write, was the back of a cow once. Tanned, dyed, stretched. I will not make a metaphor out of this. It was . . .
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July 28, 2006 04:09 PM EDT --
Sipping coffee, slowly, flicking from site to site, reading here and there, fat Summer rain falling on the open windows behind me spraying a little inside, checking the books on the windowsill, Life of . . .
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August 02, 2006 03:21 PM EDT --
Her eyes are smoky, dark. It is as if clouds swirl over the moon. I see flashes of an unusually high intelligence, even across the train where I stand holding a pole swaying to the motions of gliding and . . .
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July 30, 2006 02:01 PM EDT --
...red spots develop under my cheeks, and as I powder them they become raised wheels, one on each side, which the thick powder whitens, six spokes, a central hub and an outer wheel, a relief scultpure . . .
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October 15, 2006 07:17 PM EDT --
Writing, oh yes. This 'book' is becoming an interweaving of different styles - in these two posts alone, I go from a more intellectual approach to one of mythic story. At 6,500 words so far there . . .
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August 08, 2006 09:24 PM EDT --
http://wordpainting.gather.com
Do you paint pictures with your words? Are you a writer who is an artist, photographer, filmmaker? Word Painting is a multi-media group.
Group Tags: drawing . . .
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August 22, 2006 10:06 PM EDT --
One of those days, where I've meditated almost without choice, pulled easily in, and where I keep trying to enter the external day. I am tired. Is it because I've only eaten fruit, cheese, antipasto, . . .
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August 14, 2006 12:51 PM EDT --
Unable to find my navy blue cotton pajamas in the chaos of boxes and piles of clothes, the loose ones, with the top of stars, I washed the silk ones I've had for seven years and never worn. Cream-coloured . . .
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October 04, 2006 01:39 AM EDT --
Up at Rubies In Crystal, Remember the Night...
Drop by anytime; great to see you.
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September 26, 2006 09:38 PM EDT --
Retitled my latest prose poem:
Writings of 'Who'
I have no intention of leaving Gather, even if I find Blogspot's Terms of Service more 'author-friendly.' Gather is a vibrant and . . .
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October 09, 2006 03:59 PM EDT --
We cannot face the Gorgon, she is the Spectre.
The struggle with silencing continues; I find these pieces difficult to post, and yet they are part of the story.
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July 14, 2006 01:08 PM EDT --
I am at the door and they see me. Frightened I run up the white stairs, winding around. They are moving as a group in dark clothes across the tarmac, stark as knives in the glare of light. Their pleated . . .
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July 24, 2006 09:41 PM EDT --
qarrtsiluni published my piece, Ecdysis ("the shedding of an outer integument or layer of skin, as by insects, crustaceans, and snakes; molting"), in their short short fiction current topic. . . .
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February 24, 2007 09:16 AM EST --
Syntax, structured coherencies, letting go to enter the streams-of-consciousness writing. But see how chromosomes are packaged. Tighter than any sonnet. We are form, and bound to form. Still, untraining . . .
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July 16, 2006 04:00 PM EDT --
Listen to a slightly earlier version of this prose poem (5min 4sec): highspeed; dial-up.
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Slipstream, oh the tangled garden
Furrow in the tree. Leaf flapping, a green flag. . . .
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July 10, 2009 12:58 PM EDT --
You can read the poem (and listen) to it here: Meridians of Culture .
Direct URL to the recording (Gather won't allow me to embed SoundClick's player): Meridians of Culture
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