https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?75234-Varenne-Rodin The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Sat, 06 Jun 2026 14:44:01 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?75234-Varenne-Rodin https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12880-A-word-to-litnet-friends-and-contemporaries Fri, 08 Mar 2013 04:34:32 GMT If I haven't been very social, it's because I'm dealing with heavy things. I'm fine, but I have responsibilities. That's all I can offer in the way of explaining any neglect of friendships. I think you're all so dear. I'm not gone forever. :D ]]> Varenne Rodin https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12880-A-word-to-litnet-friends-and-contemporaries https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11911-In-the-in-between Sat, 10 Nov 2012 05:42:52 GMT "Hey," she said, as she kicked her gray sneakers off and tossed her bag on the floor.
"How's it goin'?" I asked. She looked down at the floor, then back at me. She was wearing her dark brown knitted hat.
"Not so good." She just sort of stood there in her pale socks. Her tiny dark freckles were clear on the porcelain of her skin. Her black eyes, not quite looking at anything, but looking at me, were sad and...lost. I leaned forward and put the remote on the table. I gave her my half smile.
"How are they not so good, and why?" This was met with a sigh, but barely a sigh.
"I don't know. It's just a weird day." ]]> Varenne Rodin https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11911-In-the-in-between https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12629-Nothing Sun, 14 Oct 2012 13:11:42 GMT Life is some kind of hideous machine Lungs pumping air into me like a bellows My heart a ticking time bomb in my chest I am too aware of what I... Life is some kind of hideous machine
Lungs pumping air into me like a bellows
My heart a ticking time bomb in my chest

I am too aware of what I am
Caught in an illusion of time
A paradox, I am dead

Must be why I'm so cold
From the inside out
I don't sleep anymore

Because I'm not real ]]> Varenne Rodin https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12629-Nothing https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12082-Regarding-poetry-reviews Sat, 26 Nov 2011 16:59:18 GMT I have been asked multiple times recently why it is that I don't post more feedback on personal poems and stories. My answer is that there are days when I do, and there are days when I feel my mood may be too black or sarcastic to objectively give my opinion.

My thinking is that all writing should be encouraged because, even if it's terrible, it's practice for more writing. If I'm going to offer criticism, I want it to be supportive. I hope no one feels like I'm ignoring their work.

My other problem is that I am not well schooled in poetry. It seems the American English courses I took that included poetry put the emphasis on rhyming properly, and Shakespeare. I adore Shakespeare, but I hardly think this qualifies me as any type of authority on poetry.

The next question I get is why I don't submit my own poetry. I write best when I'm doing it conversationally and spontaneously. I want to have time and patience for editing, but I seldom do. I'm better with physical arts. Here is an example of what it would look like if I attempted a poem on the spot:

In pools of blue green algae,
it's stupid for you to be here,
soaking in your mistake.

Your dress is in a ruin
your hair is nasty matted,
you are floating on a lake.

I mean, it just doesn't work, does it? My imagination works in pictures. When I put the pictures in words, inadequacy is the result. Thank you for your patience with me as I participate very little in acts of written creativity. ]]> Varenne Rodin https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12082-Regarding-poetry-reviews https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12074-A-different-note Wed, 23 Nov 2011 08:04:47 GMT Thanks to the inspiration of my artistic, compassionate peers, I'm feeling very well this evening.

I have a general unease over the extreme individualism taking place in my country right now. I think certain things are total illusions cooked up by civilization; money, security, debt, ownership. I wish everyone could have a fair shake. I might feel this way as long as I live, but it's good to know there is still love in this world, and some of it spills onto me.

Thanks and happy sunshine kisses,

Varenne ]]> Varenne Rodin https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12074-A-different-note https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12068-Dying Sun, 20 Nov 2011 03:11:12 GMT I have lost my taste for this life. I'm really not interested in going on. The only thing that makes me curious is wondering who in my life will die next, and when or how my turn will come. I'm waiting to die. That's all there is. It's a pretty bleak situation, I suppose. ]]> Varenne Rodin https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12068-Dying