January 24, 2015
I ask you …. is there really any truth in opinions … or is it all just a fantasy of someone elses ego? If you look back to the time of the great philosophers, Aristotle, and the like, one would think that the charge of independent thought without any qualifing evidence is just a brash outburst of a small spoiled child..
Hummmm …. maybe there is some truth in that.
Oddly enough, I just finished a product review on Amazon which has to do with a digital download of a book to my Kindle device. I found the content and information given very good; however, the grammar and structural errors made me wonder if the booklet had been proof-read .
It was very distracting.
I did include that I realized the problems with downloading printed formating to digital sometime has its problems. I’ve had pieces published that either had formating “hick-ups,” or the editors just decided to do it their way.
*That, of course, is just my opinion.
best to all,
January 10, 2015
Sudden Fiction is like a “quick” draw contest: prompt > draw > fire.. It’s all over in nine hundred and ninety nine words or less. This ain’t no time to choke there hombre. Like the sun at high noon, your mouth goes dry, and it’s time to show what-your-made-of; after all, isn’t that what people like us like to do … write.
Sudden Fiction projects from my pen using as a mode of creativeness: the objective correlative. or some such. As much as I love and use adverbs, and adjectives to color my long verse; the metaphor fills my needs so much the better in this genre of sun baked dust and cordite.
I’ve always liked this following piece I put together some time ago. It just kind of rolls down-hill and ends on an emotional step.
Dead at High Noon
by: G.K. Brannen
Cordite filled the air;
twas in my nostrils, twas in my eyes,
twisted left, twisted right
Cordite filled the air
Poncho was fast,
faster’n I ever seen.
Poncho was quick,
quicker’n I ever been.
The gun jumped this away,
my finger stroked the trigger.
Muh arm numbed right away;
the air got stiller.
The middle of the
street. Blood-guts “n”
gore. Dog howl, hoot-owl
The breeze reeked of
spent-powder, deadly as
we go. Everth’n that
was dead at high-noon.
Writing “flash or sudden” fiction has just kind of rolled on me like a soft tide. I’m in the process of longer short story writing and, of course, academia writing; thus I need a mental break, and short poetic/non-poetic, rhyme and non-rhyme prose allows that relief to the psyche: bless our craniums anyway.
I’m sure I missed something I wanted to say … it’ll come to me.
January 10, 2014
University starts back for the spring semester (although, spring weather has been tough to come by lately….Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rabbit!
I’ve managed to get a lot done over the break: poetry and some non-fiction published – Yippee, yard beautification project done, lotsa reading on world religions, a biography on Virgina Woolf, a new novella that I have the pleasure of discussing at the Sigma Tua Delta Symposium this spring in Savannah Ga.,and my most important…. learning to bake a better loaf of bread (that has been a feat in itself).
But, I must say …. Life is good!
I’m trying to stick to my one and only “new years resolution”… that being: be better to myself and so far – it seems to be working. (I probably should have done this a long time ago; but, time just fliessssssssssssssssss by.
Now if I could just get the rivers to go below flood-stage…. I might could go fish’nnnnn.
Well, that be about all for now. Next week I’ll be back try’n to learn how to be “as smart as a fifth grader;” fat chance of that happen’n any time soon.
Be well and remember…………. NO TEXT”N & DRIV’N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
February 3, 2012
I have over stepped me mental ability to cope. The academic paperchase has become a molten mass of “gue”; an unstoppable, insatiable, monstorous evergrowing heap of ” the blob” that is at this moment attacking my psyche. Oh MAMA!!! … What do I do now??
Bale out … never. We will fight to the last body can breath a morsel of air.
Rally! … Rally! Let the cry go out! I may hafta look up one of them “support” groups … a study tri-athlon specializ’n in academic mental emergencies. I know … I’ll rest for a minute.
……….1 min………. OK, I’m back!!
Now!! … life at university has been a bit more of a challenge than usual. On the other hand, we were endowed with the opportunity to have an established poet come and do a Q&A session and have a reading presentation of his work.
So … here is my query!!!!
Is it necessary to have the “F” word infused in today’s literature? Some people claim its part of their artistic style; others refer to it as just a general form of slang. I personally find it unnecessary. Why can’t a writer, especially an established, published author find a differant word to portray the image his psyche feels the need to bring forward? Why would a writer of excellent, sonnet poetry break the mood and rythm of meaning and wonderful verse by injecting the “F” word.
Is society getting so “lost” that people accept any form of language no matter how insulting it may be to others. Just to clear the air, I’m 64 and I have been “around the block a few times” and I used language I shouldn’t have in public. Looking back on time, a great deal of what I’ve said has probably did more harm than good. I also believe theres a time and place for everything, I’m just not so sure that our lack of dignity isn’t getting out of control. I walk around campus and eat in the student cafes and listen to some of the language used; but to my knowledge, I don’t believe any of my professors prefer I use vulgar language in any of my research, essay, free verse or anything else I turn in for summation.
Maybe … its true what a person said to me years ago. “To improve a child, you must start with their grandmother.”
The truth can be a cruel master!!
Thanks for reading and I hope all has a greatdae!! 🙂