Category Archives: Creative writing

We write

We tell each other stories in order to survive and sur-thrive.

Storytelling is a magic realm. We are lucky to spend here a large chunk of our time.

What kind of letters do we write from the land of storytelling?
Life stories strangled in magnanimous stanzas build on love, fear, equanimity, and on the wizardry of sundowns and sunups.

Cover letters that tell a story of passion, dedication, failure and success, web content and presentations about a world of our own choosing built around something that we ourselves have created.

“We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the treasure of our lives.” – Toni Morrison

Art by Franz von Stuck.

What if…

What if some day or night a demon were to steal into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: “This life as you now live and have lived it you will have to live once again and innumerable times again; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unspeakably small or great in your life must return to you, all in the same succession and sequence — even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself…”
Friedrich Nietzsche

A yet lived life comes with new trousseau of thought and feeling. At times we have to give in to treading softly and happily as if we have to relive it all over again…and there are never too many moonlit paths, nor enough spiders.
That is why we write, to feel in the mouth the sky of the life already-lived.

Art by Erica Rose Levine.

Jeanette Winterson’s 10 tips on writing from Brainpickings.org

10 rules of writing (which apply to all creative work) from one of our greatest living writers:

https://www.brainpickings.org/2018/09/05/jeanette-winterson-10-tips-on-writing/

They all boil down to: “Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.” – Neil Gaiman

Donating = Loving

Of Serendip

There is a very old folktale that dates back to the Sassanid Empire about the Three Princes of Serendip, who travelled the world, making discoveries. These seemed to be accidental, but the discoveries were reinforced by the princes’ wisdom in recognizing and taking advantage of these apparent accidents. During the 18th century the art historian and antiquarian Horace Walpole brought the word “serendipity” into the English language based on this story, in which the heroes were “always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things they were not in quest of”.

Be of Serendip. Indulge in the freedoms of travelling, vicariously or not.

Education and experience do not come from a paper. I have two main papers, but the most important papers are the ones I have been filling since I started doing the work I am proud of, the work that I have sent and showed to perfect strangers while making decisions in times of eclipses of mind and ideas.
We have skills, as stated in our papers, nevertheless the ones we need to sail the murky waters of translucent innovation and the rock-solid skills of a bootstrapper are still pending…

“There are more tools, resources and opportunities to become a bootstrapper today than ever before. To begin with a market that needs your help, a contribution you want to make and the willingness to put in the effort and to create something of value.”
Seth Godin

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”-Arthur C. Clarke
Use the magic at your hands to solve problems, make connections, open doors, make a difference aided by your new found freedom.
Your freedom is your new-found-land, your Serendip.

Freedom is novelty in thinking, words, ideas. Each day comes with a new attire of projects. Finish some of them, mold some into new stuff. Your stuff… Show your stuff to new people. Send something that you yourself have weaved.

Nevertheless, some days would be spent drifting while hope gets eaten by a dragon. But as an entrepreneur, there is just one way available, that of gritty positivism. Otherwise you’ve got yourself a problem, solved when silvery hope shines again, lit by your work and the people you care about.
Iulia Halatz

Art – Eclipse by Konstantin Korobov.

http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2017/04/04/success-as-craft-of-magic/

I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Forgive

“My brother used to ask the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless but it is right; for all is like the ocean, all things flow and touch each other; a disturbance in one place is felt at the other end of the world.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Art by Armando Veve.

Christine Ray – Composition of a Woman Like no Other

Christine Ray – Hero and tamer of words

“If the heart of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective is the impressive collection of writers and their work, editors and their passion, readers and their appreciation, then surely Christine Ray has been a potent infusion of life for us all.

For the past two years, Christine Ray has been a valued, and much loved, member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. As a writer, Christine is nothing short of impressive. As a poet, Christine is nothing short of phenomenal. With her vivid imagery and the unfiltered passion she leaves on her page, it was no surprise when Christine developed a large following of fans and a rock solid appreciation and respect from her collective, and the writers who run tight in influential social media circles, none of which are an easy feat.”
https://suddendenouement.com/2018/10/31/christine-ray-the-composition-of-a-woman-like-no-other/

Poem by Joey Gould

In the Bedroom the Moon is a Dented Spoon
after Meghan O’Rourke

Were you cantilevered
was the moon a pea on the ceiling

was it inverted
& could you see the peppercorns blinking

how does it not drip

were the slats closed
& did you stop to shatter the bedsheets

did you remove all the metal
& did the quitting hurt

was the weld weakened
what was the sound that hit the floor

was there wind
were you gasping
did it smell like leaves….”

https://oddballmagazine.com/2018/10/03/poem-by-joey-gould/

Photography by Glenn Bowie.

Joey Gould is a writing tutor from Hopedale, MA who has been working for Mass Poetry since 2011, teaching workshops across MA, facilitating the Mass Poetry Festival, & volunteering for Louder Than a Bomb MA. His work, which has been nominated for Bettering American Poetry (twice) & a Pushcart, is easily Googled.