I know it's only Wednesday but it's my Friday. After work I'll enjoy a quiet dinner with some friends and then go home, mingle with my comforts and continue on with my current TV obsession, Downton Abbey. Season 3 arrived in the mail yesterday. I'm three episodes in already. I try desperately to savour them but I simply cannot. I'm enthralled.
I haven't been blogging much but I'm writing. I am working on yet another short story called 'Yee Haw'. On my first day off tomorrow I have planned an artist date for myself after running errands. I'm going to park myself somewhere where there is coffee and scribble all over my sheets with a red pen. I've also decided there needs to be a few more scenes so I'll have my thinking cap on besides.
Also, on a bright note, my dear friend and wordsmith Ru has joined me online! She started a blog of her own and I can't WAIT to read every single word she writes. She's magnificent and should be famous.
A little poetry for a wet Wednesyday:
Mining for Marcel Proust
marcel proust
was a startling image
falling into an asthma attack
mining my languid prose for
great style & perception
valentin
louis
georges
eugene
marcel
proust
turned his back on my writing
deemed my carefully crafted pages
blatantly numbered pastiche
I discredited his false accusations
challenged him to a quick draw
gunfight outside of an ambient saloon
the medley of my poetic ingredients
coupled with the exactness of fame
warranted an integer of expressions
of defense & anthologized pardon
marcel proust
hurled a compendium of essays
after a licentious literary review
was published citing his work as
unconscious memories of the deaf
valentin
louis
georges
eugene
marcel
proust
invented everything
& revised nothing
all allegorical
& me
still
excavating
for gold
**
All for now. Almost quitting time. Tea is almost gone. Work is almost done.
In propinquity,
Nic
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All for now. Almost quitting time. Tea is almost gone. Work is almost done.
In propinquity,
Nic
At last I can comment in real time, lol! Oh, Nic, the pleasure of your poetry continues with each piece you write. I still have `moronic moments` with some of the bigger ones, but over the years you`ve taught me more about poetry than I could ever teach you about prose.
ReplyDeleteNot sure I completely get this one, only because I`m still in the throes of left brain, but off the top of my head, I`d say it`s an ode to a hero - or at the least, an inspiration for your own work. Whatever it is, it`s beautifully done. You never disappoint!
This is so super exciting! Commenting back and forth. :) And thank you. I can't really explain where it came from except to say it was written after I read a little bit about him. I found him interesting and I went from there. :)
ReplyDeleteThis came after "reading a little bit abut him"? I grovel at the feet of genuius. I swear, the poem sounds like it sprang from a lifelong love affair, full of ecstasy and agony and all the good dramatic stuff that makes such wonderful art.
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