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Go Read Something…
Other than my mother who greatly influenced my love of reading, growing up – I was surrounded by people who didn’t read for pleasure or personal growth. I, however spent a significant amount of time reading for the love and knowledge.
I know people who say they haven’t read a book since they were forced to in school and that boggles my mind because I couldn’t imagine that myself. A couple of these same people have then gone out and read the Twilight or 50 Shades trilogies due to the hype in the media and think its the best literary creations they have ever come across (simply because they haven’t exposed themselves to reading anything else). I completely disagree but the way I look at it is that at least they are reading SOMETHING!
I personally believe you need to exercise your brain and reading does that.
Regardless of the book being good or not according to best seller lists, reviews, recommendations or the like – just do it – read a book and expand your mind as its never too late to do that!
Just Write
I have met so many writers of late who don’t write.
Some are too worried about criticism, whilst others feel that they are not good enough to write.
My advice: Ignore what people think and just write!
Write for the pleasure, write for the practice and most importantly just write for yourself…whether it be fiction or non-fiction, regardless of the subject matter – just do it!
You don’t have to show anyone if you don’t want to…BUT:
To be a writer you must actually write!
See You Next Tuesday
See You Next Tuesday
Never-mind untruths meaning why
Actuality a passive aggressive error
Spit upon your venomous sly
Cult of the abhorrent phrenic wearer
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Reaking of uneducated contempt
Willingly forgotten and buried en-mass
Bad behavior you aren’t exempt
Carnivorous bark justified lack of class
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Unrepentant as coffin bearer
Bride to the death throws
Always siding with internal terror
Backhanded lamb skinned clothes
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Image-less facade will fade and crack
Cackling before compassionless mask
Aberrated head placed upon the rack
Stolen lips and forged task
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Guilt trips heavily taxed
Resent razor blade tongue
Heart fence wrapped and waxed
The dance is done we’re stung
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The song, the verse, the key
Gemini spilled lies granted
I am free – but you will never be
Your place with me transplanted
(C) T. Georgitsis 2016
Quotes on Poetry
My favorite quotes on poetry by a poet and teacher:
“you enjoy language without knowing what it means”
“poetry has to resist finite meaning”
“poetry has to be a little obscene and honest”
“I want to be bewitched when I read poetry”
– Dr Ali Alizadeh, 2016
What Inspires Me: The Cure
This week I went and saw one of my favorite bands of all time – The Cure.
I discovered this band as a teen and truth be told it was the poetic lyrical genius of Robert Smith who engaged and enamored me.
To me he’s like a modern day Gothic romantic and his words are dark yet illuminating.
One of my favorites, is the title song from the album “Disintegration”:
Disintegration
oh i miss the kiss of treachery the shameless
kiss of vanity the soft and the black and the
velvety up tight against the side of me and
mouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run in
thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it
starts the need to just let go my party piece
oh i miss the kiss of treachery the aching kiss
before i feed the stench of a love for a younger
meat and the sound that it makes when it cuts
in deep the holding up on bended knees the
addiction of duplicities as bit by bit it starts
the need to just let go my party piece
but i never said i would stay to the end so i
leave you with babies and hoping for frequency
screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
screaming me over and over and over i leave
you with photographs pictures of trickery
stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
songs about happiness murmured in dreams
when we both us knew how the ending would
be…
so it’s all come back round to breaking apart
again breking apart like i’m made up of glass
again making it up behind my back again
holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
holding it up behind my head again cut in deep
to the heart of the bone again round and round
and round and it’s coming apart again over and
over and over
now that i know that i’m breaking to pieces i’ll
pull out my heart and i’ll feed it to anyone
crying for sympathy crocodile cry for the love
of the crowd and the three cheers from
everyone dropping through sky through the
glass of the roof through the roof of your mouth
through the mouth of your eye through the eye
of the needle it’s easier for me to get closer to
heaven than ever feel whole again
i never said i would stay to the end i knew i
would leave you with babies and everything
screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
screaming me over and over and over i leave
you with photographs pictues of trickery
stains on the carpet and stains on the memory
songs about happiness murmured in dreams when we both
of us knew how the end always is…
how the end always is…
Melbourne Writers Festival 2016
The Melbourne Writers Festival is happening in Melbourne, Australia next month.
Victoria’s premier annual literary event. The Festival connects writers and stories to celebrate a world of literature, explore universal ideas, and inspire a global community of readers.
The Festival invites thought-provoking discussion at events exploring the hottest topical issues. For those who prefer to focus on life’s pleasures, there’ll be events for foodies, travelers and connoisseurs of culture. We’ll also invite adventurous readers to join like-minded lovers of literature for a range of relaxed social activities in unexpected places.
For all sessions and workshops check out their website here:
Weirdo Writer
I’ve been called a weirdo a lot during my life because I have a twisted sense of humor, have eclectic tastes and don’t fall in line with what is considered “normal” by societal standards.
When people say this to me its not meant as a compliment but I take it as one because truth be told, I’d rather be a weirdo than a dullard.
Think about and consider who tends to do extraordinary things in this world, whether they are known to you or not – people who are considered normal or those who are labelled weirdos?
Lastly, like someone I respect who teaches children says to their students “it would be boring if we were all the same”.
Emerging Writers Festival
The Emerging Writers Festival is happening in Melbourne, Australia next month.
The Emerging Writers’ Festival is a not-for-profit organisation whose foundations are built on supporting emerging writers. They are a place where creativity and innovation is celebrated, where new talent is nurtured and where diverse voices from across Australia are represented.
For all sessions and workshops check out their website here:
What Inspires Me: Alone by Poe
Shared the following poem by Poe with a fellow creative and it touched her so much it brought tears to her eyes.
I wanted to share with her how succinctly Poe described feeling detached and separate from the world.
Its always been a favorite of mine as Poe was my first literary love and the first writer I became obsessed with. He wooed me with his words of romantic melancholy and showed me that the written word could evoke multitudes of emotions.
“Alone”
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
By Edgar Allan Poe
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