Romance tends to become lost in the cracks and crevices, noise and turmoil, of New York City. The steel and concrete of overwhelming edifices and crowded streets seem to swallow-up the "best laid plans" of our emotional artistry and transcendental intellect; these are flimsy and are subject to the whims of immutable reality. Summers have a way of adding insult to an already existing injury. The romantic mystique is scorched in the heat and drowned in the humidity, dissolving ...
I am finally caught up for school. I've been behind on my reading for two weeks now, and I finally caught myself back up today. It takes a real load off to not have that hanging over me. So, even though I'm not looking foward to another Monday it will at least be a fresh start this week. Now all I have to do is worry over this really big test I need to go take. Since I'm in one of my last two classes, I have to go and take an assessment test to show what it is that I've learned during the process ...
--sounds like a cow eating. Is that the word I'm looking for? not sure. I've sat down three times to blog and didn't know what to say. So this is a blog on certain thoughts that have been rambling around in my head. 1. We went to Santa Cruz beach/boardwalk on Thursday. Let me tell you, the surfer dude stereotype isn't a stereotype. That came as a total surprise to me. Acquainances laughed in disbelief when I told them I didn't know that. Lol, it just proves what I ...
Went to the mailbox for the first time in around two weeks. Awaiting me were about 15 expected rejection letters from various publishers. I don't know why I even bothered. I wish they would just write "You suck. You'll never get published; give it up now" instead of the BS they usually include. At least that way I could be free to walk away from it all, knowing I did the right thing.
One of my silent presumptions concerning gifted prose/poetry is that behind the word curtain an unspoken rhythm pulses forth, carrying each syllable along like a flowing river. Not surprisingly, I discovered this unrecognized belief while working on a poem. A certain phrase struck me as odd, and as I labored over it, trying to find the right combination of words to please my ear. When finally I arrived at some semblance of acceptability, I sat back and asked myself "Why" the first combination ...
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