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Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Suburbia

1982 - 1986

Yes, I lived in Metroland.

Rarely catching the clattering train
to Baker Street,
Instead, I sleuthed for shards
of uniqueness in neon lit,
merrie England villas
that bordered the careful park,
Drank Benskins in a smoky pub,
sought god in a redbrick church

And failed to find what I was looking for.


© Tim Scott
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Suburbia

Through blind
wet windows,
a mist of lace;
identical houses
suspended in
the weightless world
of silken advertising.

Nails climb
pebble dash walls.

Key in the door.
A routine cranks
into operation.

Rules of behaviour
iron into compressed flesh.

Valium melts
in the throat.

Do not offend.


© Valerie Taylor
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Alter ego

To live swathed by the textured
cloak of heritage.
Secure and sure.
Resolute.
Dependable.
Known to all
but one’s self.

Then

To favour a consummation of life,
inter-twining the gossamer weft
of daily happenstance
with the warp thread of entity:
as ephemeral a dance
as motes on a sunbeam.


© Helen McIntosh
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RESOLUTION

 Dear Angela,

Thank you for the party. It was fun - sometimes - but we shan't come again. Democracy: Where was she born? Well, now she's gone - but that's all Greek to you. So we're going it alone. Don't worry, we'll pay you back one day - and how!

Good luck! You'll need it. (No longer) Yours.

                                                                                 Alexis
© Sheila Rogers
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© Tim Scott
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Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Breaking news

Middle-class cocoon,
ironing,
listening to Radio 4.

‘Tsunami’,
she announced.
Curious word?

Distant tropical sea-bed
arched by subterranean quake,
water wall avalanche
erupts on halcyon shores,
wielding drowned destruction.

Unfathomable loss:
more women than men,
more children still.
Ship beached miles inland,
incongruous in memoriam.

Laundry stashed, fragrant,
in airing cupboard.

© Helen McIntosh
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Thursday, 15 January 2015

“Where were you when?”

Where were you when
I fell out of my pram?
It was a Princess Windsor II
I'm told,
later used to dam
the stream where
ten spine Sticklebacks swam.
And later still a go-cart,
then renovated for your grand kids.
Where are you now?
On a tablet in the garden
of remembrance.


© William Botley
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WHERE WERE YOU?

Where were you when you started to think
About Freedom and Brotherly Love?
About which is mightier, pen or gun,
In a suburban neighbourhood?

Where were you when you felt the divide,
When horror felt too near?
When political expression was polarised
Between penmanship and fear?

© Isabel Hare
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the David Lean Rule

a follow-up (and closely related) to last week’s The Clothesline Method.

“Here’s the David Lean Rule, as I would state it, for my own benefit as a writer or for anyone else:

In addition to thinking of a narrative in terms of Act One/Act Two/Act Three, think of it as eight to twelve sequences or sections.

I use this all the time. It’s extremely helpful, I’ve found, with long-form material like novels or full-length non-fiction. Why? Because the Three Act concept of organizing a narrative doesn’t always work with something that’s really lo-o-o-ng.

Three-act structure, remember, was developed for plays, for dramas presented on stage, and for movies—in other words for works that would be taken in by the audience at a single sitting. A play or a movie takes ninety minutes, at most a couple of hours. We in the audience have no trouble remembering, as we’re watching Act Three, some set-up scene or moment from Act One. Three-act structure works. It abets and reinforces the narrative’s momentum. Act One hooks us, Act Two builds the tension and complications, Act Three delivers the payoff.

But a 500-page novel doesn’t work like that. We may take a month to read such a weighty tome. We’ll pick it up at bedtime, read 60 pages, then not touch it again for a week. Three-act structure doesn’t always work in this case because the narrative is not designed to be consumed in one sitting. By the time we hit page 396, we’ve forgotten key characters and moments that were introduced on page 21. And even if we do still remember them, the momentum of the story has been lost because so much time has passed. We, the readers, have to reconstitute it by act of memory at each new sitting.

The David Lean Rule comes in really handy here. If we as writers build our narrative out of eight to twelve sequences or sections, each one of which is more or less free-standing (and possesses its own cohesion and story momentum), the reader can pick up the book and be back into the flow right away.

Another big plus, in my opinion, is that thinking in sequences, as David Lean would, gives a story a classic, old-fashioned feel, like Lean’s movies. I like that. It’s old time storytelling.”

Read more, here: the David Lean Rule

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Where were you?

If you can remember the sixties you weren’t there – Robin Williams

Apparently
Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
- much too early for me.

But,

was this when
every life became
‘a brilliant breaking of the bank,
A quite unlosable game’?

I don’t know.

At boarding schools
‘til nineteen seventy-six
more games were lost than won
- fewer bouquets than bricks.


© Tim Scott
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