Respectability

How nice to read a Shakespearean style Sonnet like this where the emotion isn’t necessarily love or lust, but about something else which is just as human.

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Written by Justin Massey

Thought it was a great piece of work and wanted to share it.

With feigned hope and an over eager smile,

I’m greeted by polite yet angry eyes,

It’s then I know my effort are futile,

and so I stay composed and prep my lies.

My fists beside me, firmly clenched, turn white.

I know this one: a role I’ve played before,

and these are lines I’ll perfectly recite.

Yet still it’s never pleasant to endure.

I listen to those ‘words of affirmation’

delivered with a sort of Judas kiss.

This ‘heartfelt’, painful condescension

I take, but it’s sincerity I miss

I stand to speak, the smiles around me fade,

for conversation wasn’t to be made.

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Some Eternal Thing

Dead Bluebird

They say some things last forever
But that’s not true
Even words die,
If not, they lose their meaning
They lose their weight
So they still die
Just
A stranger way
I think
Maybe
This lie we tell ourselves
-That some things may last forever-
Will exist
Forever

Well, maybe not forever
Just a long time
Some things last a
Very
Very long time

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Monochromatic

This is so true to all forms of art. Whether it is a painting or an article, an essay or a novel that you are trying tirelessly to get published. There will be criticism in your path, but make sure it has the impact that this poem does and it will go far.

My Poetry Metronome

I was listening to a critic
just back from a museum visit.
Those paintings;
just solid colors
over the whole canvas.

So simple.
Boring, even.

He didn’t get it.
He didn’t feel
as the artist intended.

He criticized those painting
while lounging with me beside his pool
staring up at the clear blue sky.

He stopped his bitching
long enough to exclaim:

“God damn it!
What a beautiful day!
Just look at that sky!
Not a cloud in sight!”

I looked up
at monochromatic sky.

I looked at him—
at his giant grin.

He got it.
He was not bored
nor critical.

He felt exactly
as the painter intended.

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She walked on the backs of the worlds

Strangeness is a luxury,

One day I met a girl, like you, in respects, who liked to remember she could feel.

She believed no beautiful brown eyes could save her, like in those stories you often hear.

But one day she met a boy, whose long, cold fingers dried her tears.

He thought, at times, when her eyes were shut, she was the image of an angel who fell to Earth.

She was not at all unlike the ghosts who walked on the backs of the worlds.

No galaxies, no oceans, no seas compared to her.

She grew happy in his arms, a comfort like she always wanted.

He was happy to hold her for as long as ever, no happier he had been.

No beautiful brown eyes could save her, she thought, so lucky his were green.

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The Poetic Bible

I rely on this tome every week to get me through the poetry module of my degree and I’ve been spending some time reading a few of the more obscure texts in this 690 page anthology.

Edited by Christopher Ricks, The Oxford Book of English Verse acts as my glossary of poetry which I can access every day. With writers such as Chaucer, this paving slab of a book includes poets from as early as can be recorded with works from a range of characters through time including Shakespeare, Johnson, Marlowe, Shelley and ending with the charming Seamus Heaney as the most contemporary pieces in the collection from around 1939.

On skimming through the centuries in this both nostalgic and enlightening collection, I have been pleased to come across one or two poems which I have always gone back to in the past such as Lewis Carroll’s The Jabberwocky which I have adored since my fourth year at primary school. With its nonsensical lexical choices and its humorous tone, this poem has never failed in leaving me in stitches.

The Jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

From Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872
Lewis Carroll

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An Unpublished Dr. Seuss Book Has Been Found And Will Be On Store Shelves In July

What a brilliant writer. I’m so lucky to have grown up reading him

UPROXX

Dr. Seuss Wife

It’s been almost 25 years since the death of Theodor Seuss Geisel, aka Dr. Seuss, and his impact is still being felt as parents introduce their kids to classics like “The Cat in the Hat” and “Green Eggs and Ham” while teaching them to read. But now, Seuss’ legacy is expected to grow because three previously unpublished books have been found, with the first — “Which Pet Should I Get” — set to hit store shelves on July 28th from Random House. And according to Newsweek, this all stems from a bit of home renovation.

“It was truly a magical moment, and we immediately knew this was more than just a box of sketches,” Susan Brandt, the president of licensing and marketing of Dr. Seuss Enterprises, said in a release. Audrey Geisel added that the manuscript wasn’t a surprise to her. “Ted always worked on multiple projects and started…

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Concentration over procrastination



I’m not the only person in the world who gets distracted easily. Whenever I set about reading or analysing a book, poem or play, I find that sometimes my mind may wander or I will distract myself with alternative ways to fill my time. I’ll find any possible alternative to what I am doing when I am in this frame of mind and so here’s a few of my favourite ways to ensure I am not distracted.

  1. I like to find the perfect place to relax. If I’m at home with my six other housemates, I get distracted from all the noise and commotion. Sometimes it is sensible to fill my bag with a few snacks, some headphones and a good book before heading off to the park or city gardens where I find it a lot easier to concentrate.
  2. Tidy your room. Seriously! If my room is a mess, I can’t relax. Simple. Once my room is clean and everything is organised, I find that so is my mind and the work I produce is better.
  3. Listen to some music. I don’t mean forcing yourself to read a book while trying to drown out the multitudes of overlapping thuds of the latest Fall Out Boy track. I mean find some soft Jazz or a bit of Back on Spotify, turn it to a low to medium volume and read alongside this. I find it really clears my brain.
  4. Snacks. I’m sure a whole world of health fanatics out there on the Internet will disagree with this claim, but I find the comfort of a bag of sweets or a bar of chocolate to slowly chew on while I read is a perfect way to help me concentrate. It’s true, chewing is a constant process which requires use of the brain and so it stimulates our minds and allows us to work to a better standard.
  5. If you seriously can’t find any other way to concentrate, listen to the audiobook version alongside reading the book itself. Although this is a much slower process, it is easier for your brain to take in what you are reading as hearing it spoken allows us to absorb information more efficiently.

How Historical is Your Fiction?

Reading a range of books from different periods can broaden your understanding of literature over time.

Writer vs the World

To be…or not to be…

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Fiction is whimsy, falsification, storytelling at its best, constrained only by the limits of the writer’s imagination. But, when a writer begins to delve into the realm of historical fiction, where does/should the fiction begin and the history end?

The problem with utilizing history and fiction as avenues for entertainment lies first in the audience. To entertain a mainstream audience, a writer cannot venture too far outside of the reader’s frame of reference or experience (usually). This is why you have a lot of heroine’s gallivanting alone in time periods when that would have likely been strictly forbidden. Feminism is relatively new in the grand scheme of things, but to connect with the modern reader, a strong heroine is needed. If you create anything but, you will likely receive the howling critiques of offended feminists everywhere. (Don’t get me wrong here. I…

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HOW A WRITER SURVIVES [boring] CLASSES

This is how it’s done. Find your happy place

MY [happy] LITTLE CORNER

My last year in school and I’ve found it so hard to concentrate in certain classes. However, as much as I want to curl into a ball and sleep, I’ve learned to use the time to think my weird, wild thoughts and write. It’s quite perfect, really. It keeps me from sleeping, and occasionally looking up at the professor and writing what seems like “notes” makes it seem as though I’m actually paying attention.

It’s quite nice, really. For certain periods of time, I am not allowed on my phone or laptop, so I can’t get distracted with Youtube, but I can still get some writing done.

So, some tips:

1. Write intensely.

2. Look up periodically.

3. Nod your head once in a while.

4. If in a discussion, speak once or twice.

5. Continue writing.

6. Don’t doodle.

7. Don’t fall asleep.

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