I am doing this everywhere so I might as well do it here too!

::passes out more post-Napo drinks::

Pour me another...poem

We just finished writing group. My turn, my poetry, my hot chocolate splashed with Baileys. No bad. Except for a few lines of convoluted poetry. But Bailey's makes up for a lot!

I offered several Napo poems from assorted years and a couple others. I got very useful feedback, which is oh so welcomed.

Now as usual, the hard part starts. Editing. But with feedback, it gives directions. Maybe in the new year I will post at PFFA because a couple I really want to improve and work on.

Yay!! Writing group day is happy day.

Finding Marlowe

Prompted by the PBS In Search of Shakespeare marathon this morning, I dug out some Christopher Marlowe poetry I had about. I had never read Hero and Leander before. Have to say, great. Loved several of the lines especially.

And whose immortal fingers did imprint
That heavenly path with many a curious dint
That runs along his back; but my rude pen
Can hardly blazon forth the loves of men,
Much less of powerful gods: let it suffice
That my slack Muse sings of Leander's eyes;

This is truly beautiful I think. I always try to find the writer in the art, I know, a weakness. But sometimes it sits there plain.

Glister'd with breathing stars, who, where they went,
Frighted the melancholy earth, which deem'd
Eternal heaven to burn,

Awesome. The word gister'd, variation of glistened is so much harsher, next to breathing stars. You can't get much better than Eternal heaven to burn,

The PBS marathon said that Marlowe said that what you love will end you, or something approximating that. I agree completely. Your heaven will burn bright, sometimes more than one can hold.

Await the sentence of her scornful eyes; Hehe, the reader looking down at his page!

What we behold is censur'd by our eyes.

He must have enjoyed rewrites!

That is all. Have a great evening. Off to reread.

Atmosphere

Wwweeee

That is all.

No, not really. I lied. Writer's group went very well. That makes me happy.

Smacks,
Vicky

(shhh)

More who knew?

Stephen King's book, On Writing: A memoir of the Craft is a pretty good book. I just finished reading it this afternoon after a visit to the Art Institute of Chicago. He very neatly tells stories of his life as he winds them amongst generally good advice about writing.

I have decided that good writing (about writing even) doesn't depend upon genre, or what is deemed respectable by whom ever deeming (new word?) it as such. A few blogs I read by writers of scifi and fantasy have taught me as much about the craft of writing, as what I have read from those writing poetry type blogs or literary type blogs. Initially I wouldn't have given as much mind to Stephen King, but writing is writing, and I think that more important than genre. The aim should be the same. Plus I loved how The Stand delves into character.

That is all. :-)