Category Archives: Wordsmith

What can I give you? – Iulia Halatz

From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon

What can I give you? I am the blue
as imagined by a blind
and the roots of knowledge
as watered by a scholar.

I am the yellow
wind and the mauve
respond of light
perched
in the ubiquitous trees
tethered in the clouds
that barely scratch
the sky.

I am the green
storm and colorless waves
that wished upon a mountain
to break water in tryst
with the sun.

Not by blindness
we can reorder colors
but by the painting of a soul
in a moment tender
as the liquid moon
is quivering above the forest.

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Storytelling is a big deal

“Storytelling has always been a big deal for companies.
But forget business for a minute. Stories are much bigger than that, they’re central to our human existence.” – gapinvoid

Stories are about people, not about business, not about products. Behind every successful business, there is a person whose heart trembled with fear, apprehension and disappointment. Behind any product there is a set of questions one bluntly asks in desperation and determination. We don’t really have all the answers to all questions but if we weave them into a story, maybe we can touch the answers with some words.
We write stories to survive and sur-thrive.

“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.”
– Roland Barthes, “Talking,” in A Lover’s Discourse, 1977

But with such setting, what is there to write about?
… The perfection of a stolen moment far from the madding crowd:

credit @james_mcdonald_photography
• Harry’s Bar London

Kingdom of heaven

“The ‘kingdom of heaven’ is not something lying ‘above the earth’ or coming ‘after death’. It does not have a yesterday or a day after tomorrow, and it will not arrive in a ‘thousand years’. It is an experience of the heart. It is everywhere and it is nowhere.”
Friedrich Nietzsche

Art by Julius Sergius von Clever.

Hide and Seek – Daffni Gingerich

Hide and Seek by Daffni Gingerich
From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/01/18/hide-and-seek-daffni-gingerich/

Daffni Gingerich says simply that she “is a writer.” You can read more of her mesmerizing prose at Daffniblog.

Mary Oliver on the Measure of a Life Well Lived and How to Maximize Our Aliveness

“Do you need a prod? Do you need a little darkness to get you going?”
Mary Oliver on the Measure of a Life Well Lived and How to Maximize Our Aliveness by brainpickings.org:

https://www.brainpickings.org/2015/02/09/mary-oliver-blue-horses-fourth-sign-of-the-zodiac/

www.brainpickings.org is a trailblazing castle of knowledge located in the enchanted forest where ideas dance and glimmer like so many fern flowers.

Donating = Loving

Because I am worth so much more – Sarah Doughty

Because I am worth so much more – Sarah Doughty

From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon

https://suddendenouement.com/2019/01/11/because-i-am-worth-so-much-more-sarah-doughty/


Sarah Doughty is the tingling wonder-voice behind Heartstring Eulogies. She’s also the author of The Silence Between Moonbeams, her poetry chapbook, and the acclaimed novels and novellas of the Earthen Witch Universe. Good news, they’re all offered for free, right here! To learn more about how awesome Sarah is, check out her website, stalk her on Goodreads, or both.

Lotus eaters

“Poets are the dreams of gods, and in each and every age someone hath sung unknowingly the message and the promise from the lotus-gardens beyond the sunset.”
H.P. Lovecraft, Poetry and the Gods

I am no lotus eater, just a word eater. I gulp them ethereally and stubbornly, and innocently agree with their meanings. They tremble and describe another day in the garden beyond the sunset.

Art by Thomas Edwin Mostyn.

What do you want for 2019?

A rather late and overrated question… Following in the “footwords” of one wise wizard (Gandalf), I do things precisely when I mean to, not when they are suppose to happen, neither late, nor early.

Write down all the things that make you so goddamn glad you’re alive. It can be simple things like: watering plants, the sunlight that seeps on your bed at 10:00 A.M, dancing in the rain or playing in the snow, watching the sunrise or sunset, decorating your room with fairy lights, googling for surrealistic paintings, lighting too many candles in mid-days, eating pizza while watching your favorite show, searching how many people have the same name as you in the world, how wonderful is that? What do you want more than these?

More ways and words to say: “I love you”…
Armors for moments when I feel depleted and drenched of kindness. I dissolve this by writing. This is my predicament, situations and people that make me forget who I am, how kind I am, who make my heart turn to stone, but who never, ever were permitted to steal the real me.

“Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.” – Kurt Vonnegut

Building is King but maintenance is King Kong (inspired by Seth Godin’s words, “Content is king”, but distribution is King Kong)….
Maybe Happiness is in the building… One event creates the architecture of everything falling in the right place with light and joy and windows and mirrors as walls transparently maintaining the gift of the gab.

Art by Andrew Wyeth.

The Moon and the Yew Tree by Sylvia Plath

The Moon and the Yew Tree by Sylvia Plath

The yew tree points up. It has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness—
the face of the effigy gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes. I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering,
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.
Inside the church, the saints will be all blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness—blackness and silence.

Art by Caspar David Friedrich.

“The work is full of threatening silences. It is beautiful and severe and very cold. It is surrealistic, with surrealism’s menace and refusal to explain itself.” – Janet Malcolm, The Silent Woman: Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes