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Thursday, 23 February 2012

Hold on just a little while longer

Hold on just a little while longer

-         breaking the speed limit
 on a light August day,

running to the ticket office -

tell the ferry to wait -
my heart bursting through my chest -
  
Too late.

You were at my birth –

I wanted to hold on
to your hand -

when you died.
  
© Valerie Taylor 8/2/12
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Monday, 20 February 2012

‘Hold on just a little while longer’

Christ!
Where was it?

Unless he did it by the book
it would be useless.

He needed his mother’s wisdom
her lack of attention to detail.

He knelt to pray
whistled their theme tune.

♫ Hold on ...
… while longer ♫♪

And she came, told him how
to make a Fiona Fricassée

without the head he’d lost.


© Sophia Roberts
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HOSPITALITY SKILLS


For a young person leaving school who wants to gain a skill
I strongly recommend that hospitality may fit the bill
Language & communication skills may serve you very well
Particularly if you should decide to work in an hotel
Some special skills cannot be learned from merely reading books
And there is always work for young people who are trained as cooks
So I suggest you learn such skills when leaving your school’s 6th Form
Who knows … they may have been your destiny … from the time you were born

© Kenneth Campbell 2011
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Counterpoint

Hold on.
These storms will pass;
Just wait –

                                   
                                    What for?
                                    Some rescue?
                                    No!  Too slow.
                                    I shall endure –
                                    That’s different, though.

Hold on.
Good times will come;
Anticipate –

                                    I must?
                                    What we expect may never be.
                                    So seize the day;
                                    The now is all we have
                                    Before we turn to dust.


© Gill Dunstan
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Jehu-like and in grim silence he urged the Volvo towards the ferry port

He had blamed her for setting off late; she argued that he had turned back to check the front door was locked. Much swearing when she directed him down the wrong exit from a roundabout.

Behind, the children whimpered, appalled.

If they caught the ferry they would laugh hysterically.

If.


© Tim Scott
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Flowers from a Book

Opening slowly as a forgotten murmuring dream
Undressed, naked in its sepia hidden secret years

Of once bright orange stamen, now stained, ingrained
As an old nicotined finger of petal thin skin
Pointing it’s impress to words of once love of a lost memory
Sacrificed in a last act of submission
Inscribed by copperplate indigo ink that has paled
As lost old eyes that no longer see, now to be found

By other fingers that have touched the soul of sorrow
Kissed by lips that have tasted hopelessness

English Bakery Boracay Philippines15th February 2012


© Harry Mills
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Midnight Rainbow

Is this your name, Peace?
Then show me your night sky
Let me ride the bright star
Let me kiss your black lips

Then arc me tenderly with your midnight rainbow

3c English Bakery Boracay Philippines 10th February 2012

© Harry Mills
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Thursday, 2 February 2012

Henry Miller's Commandments, from Henry Miller on Writing:

1. Work on one thing at a time until finished.
2. Start no more new books, add no more new material to “Black Spring.”
3. Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand.
4. Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time!
5. When you can’t create you can work.
6. Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizers.
7. Keep human! See people, go places, drink if you feel like it.
8. Don’t be a draught-horse! Work with pleasure only.
9. Discard the Program when you feel like it–but go back to it the next day. Concentrate. Narrow down. Exclude.
10. Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.
11. Write first and always. Painting, music, friends, cinema, all these come afterwards.

Thursday, 26 January 2012

Having Trouble Getting Yourself To Write? 9 Tips.


The most challenging aspect of being a writer?Writing. When I find myself struggling to be productive or creative, I remind myself of these nine tips.
1. Write every day. Staying inside a project keeps me engaged, keeps my mind working, and keeps ideas flowing. Also, I find, perhaps surprisingly, it’s easier to do something every day than to do it some days. (This may be related to the abstainer/moderator split.) "You're just grinding out material," a friend protested. "But that's when I have my best ideas," I answered.
2. Even fifteen minutes is long enough to write. For years I told myself, “If I don’t have three or four hours clear, there’s no point in starting.” Now I realize that if I'm deep in a project (see #1), even a short bit of time is long enough to get something done.
3. Remember that good ideas often come during the revision stage. I've found, for myself, that I need to get a beginning, middle, and an end in place, and then the more creative and complex ideas begin to form. So I try not to be discouraged by first drafts.
4. Don’t binge-write. Pulling all-nighters, wearing pajamas for days, abandoning all other priorities to finish a project—these habits lead to burn-out. Also, if you do all your writing at the last minute, you don't get the benefit of #3.
5. Keep a commonplace book, inspiration board, scrapbook, or catch-all box to keep track of ideas and images. Not only do such collections help you remember thoughts, they create juxtapositions that stimulate creativity. My catch-all happiness document for happiness is 500 pages long, single-spaced. When I need a mental jolt, I just skip around and read random sections. It always helps.
6. Consider physical comfort. Do you have a decent desk and chair? Are you hungry? Too hot or too cold? (I now wearfingertipless gloves at my desk, because my hands are always so cold; they make me so happy.) Do you jam your shoulders up to your ears as you write? Is the light too dim or too bright? Make a salute—if you feel relief when your hand is shading your eyes, your desk is too brightly lit. Being physically uncomfortable tires you out and makes work seem harder.
7. Down with boredom. When my college roommate was writing her Ph.D. thesis, she kept a sticky note on her computer that read, "Down with boredom." She'd vowed to construct her thesis in a way that eliminated everything she found boring. When I'm working on a book, I repeat that mantra. If something's boring to me, I probably can't write about it in an interesting way. I need to find a way to make that subject interesting (Secret of Adulthood: If you can't get out of it, get into it), or find a way to leave it out altogether.
8. Stuck? Go for a walk and read a good book. Virginia Woolf noted in her diary: “The way to rock oneself back into writing is this. First gentle exercise in the air. Second the reading of good literature. It is a mistake to think that literature can be produced from the raw.”
9. At least in my experience, the most important tip for getting writing done? Have something to say! This sounds obvious, but it’s a lot easier to write when you’re trying to tell a story, explain an idea, convey an impression, give a review, or whatever. If you're having trouble writing, forget about the writing and focus on what you want to communicate. For example, I remember flailing desperately as I tried to write my college and law-school application essays. It was horrible—until in both cases I realized I had something I really wanted to say. Then the writing came easily, and those two essays are among my favorites of things I’ve ever written.

Monday, 23 January 2012

The Old Lady’s Hat

Waiting for the storm

Animals in the compound, befuddled
And confused, take shelter under rusting cars and leaning corrugated-iron 
     sheeting
Leaving two young fawn dogs, torn
Between taking cover, or chasing each other’s elusive circling, gyrating curled 
     tails

Stopping suddenly, to sniff the changing shifting air
Above the coconut’s swaying leaves, tossing and weaving, anchored with no 
     escape
From the inevitable fingering of the dark blanket
Of storm- grey mountain cloud, laughing at the pea- green screaming high trees

Flustering, like an old lady’s Sunday-Best hat
Of peacock feathers, bobbling above the odours of moth-balls and cheap face 
     rouge
Sucking down the mountain’s menace
From an invisible mouth that targets the dogs, with a sniper’s kiss of white 
     lightning

© Harry Mills 7th December 2011 Philippines
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