“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.” – Arthur Rimbaud
Art by Andrew Ferez.
A thousand Dreams
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Monthly Archives: November 2018
Calling All Writers! Our Short Story Contest is Now Open For Submissions
The Contest is officially open!
Since its inception in 2016, The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective has had the privilege of featuring some of today’s most fearless writers. With members that span the globe and editors who share a passion for pushing boundaries, we as a collective have enjoyed reading, promoting, and watching the success of each individual artist as they have grown in their craft and left their mark upon the literary world.
Now, as writers and readers, editors and fans, we at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective are ecstatic to open up the doors to our outstanding, award winning collective, and invite you all in to pull up a chair and tell us your stories.
The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, and Sudden Denouement Publishing, are pleased to dip our toes into the waters of great literary contests and announce our first ever short story literary prize with a call for submissions from all of you..
https://suddendenouement.com/2018/11/01/sudden-denouements-short-story-literary-contest-is-now-open-for-submissions/
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 woven.
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.
Christine – an honoring
Christine – an honoring by Candice Louisa Daquin
Outstanding homage for Christine Ray
https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/2018/10/31/christine-an-honoring/
“You don’t know this
But if there is a warrior
That warrior is you
If anyone blazes the way and holds the torch for the light to get through
That woman is you
Because you feel the fear and do it anyway
You set fire to yourself and offer your ashes to the Phoenix
You are unstoppable even as they come at you with everything and more
You’re the wind in the willows, the avalanche, the fucking heartbeat of ten thousand voices
You are Boudicca
Riding your chariot through the Roman siege…”
“I was going to start this with ‘I’m a writer’ but I’m not really. I’m just me and I write. Sometimes I can’t write. Other times I can’t stop writing. Occasionally I feel really good about what I write. Of late I have tried to write in a direction, the direction of getting my work out there for others to read, which has been a scalding and edifying experience for one who is unaccustomed to such things.
Ultimately in this world there are not enough of us who hold a lantern to the truth. I join those ranks and dare myself to be honest more often than is comfortable. My work is the outcome.
For those who wish to judge and lament my bad syntax, see that little door behind you with ‘way out’ written on it? Don’t let me stop you from leaving. As long as I have one person I am rich. It’s not numbers, it’s intention.”
– Candice Louisa Daquin author of A jar for the jarring / The bright day is gone child and you are in for the dark / Illusions of existing / Sit in fever / Pinch the lock
Leaden Skies- Olde Punk/RamJet Poetry
Spellbinding web of words a 100 times read in awe – Olde Punk
https://suddendenouement.com/2018/05/02/leaden-skies-olde-punk-ramjet-poetry/
“Come
Come and lead
Me on
Past the sallow
With leaden eyes,
Leaden cheeks
And leaden mouths
Heaving leaden words
At our backs beneath
Leaden skies
Come, come and find me
Down in the gutter
With the elixir still heavy
On my ragged breath…”
UNITED STATES. 1975.
Olde Punk is an editor of Sudden Denouement and the curator of Ramjet Poetry. Hockey, food and punk rock junkie. Total sci-fi/fantasy geek. He writes, right?
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.
