It IS Easy Being Green! The Daily Post Photo Challenge, 22 March 2017

This week is all about color. For extra challenge, create a gallery.

— Michelle W., The Daily Post

  1. Justin Quinn’s poetry collection was published by Gallery Press (www.gallerypress.com)
  2. The sign was in the front window of Dog-Eared Books, Castro Street, San Francisco.
  3. The box was provided to me by Irish Express Moving Company, San Francisco. I used it to ship books I needed to Annaghmakerrig.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

What the Writing Desk Looks Like Today, 20 March 2017

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Niall Leavy Brochure from a 2009 Exhibit Called “Inner Light”; copy of self’s book Mayor of the Roses: Stories, Miami University Press

Niall was here last year. Saw his work at Open Studio at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre.

At the opposite end of the table, self’s book from Miami University Press (There’s another story collection that came after this one: The Lost Language. Self’s Dearest Mum gave copies to all her friends as a Christmas present, but painstakingly tore out all the stories she didn’t like, lol)

You will notice that today the writing table is square. That’s because there are two of them in her unit, and she switches back and forth between them, depending on her need for the scissors, lol

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

What the Writing Desk Looks Like Today, 19 March 2017

It is Sunday.

A very peaceful, beautiful Sunday.

Birds are singing, the sun is shining. Self has taken to sleeping in her studio on the second floor of her unit. Because it’s so sunny there, with the skylight.

This is what she happened to be reading today, in addition to writing (and starting a new Everlark):

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Self is keeping up with her “Word of the Day” from the Oxford English Dictionary. Today’s word is dislocate. She actually used it in a story she’s working on. YAY!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

What the Writing Desk Looks Like Today, 16 March 2017

It’s the day before St. Patrick’s Day: YAY!

Also, it is raining.

Here’s what the desk looks like today:

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Busy morning.

Self is preparing to send out a story to a writing contest. It’s hard but, since the contest offers a 1-year subscription in return for a (smaller-than-average) entry fee, she figured it was worth it.

The copy of The Guardian next to her laptop is weeks old. But reading about Spicer et. al. is endlessly entertaining.

The Oxford English Dictionary word of the day is aliasing (noun): the misidentification of a signal frequency, introducing distortion or error.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

What the Writing Desk Looks Like Today, 15 March 2017

Unit # 1, Tyrone Guthrie Centre

Scissors are EXTREMELY important for any writing endeavour.

For the cut and paste.

You may also notice that there is a new book on the table: The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon. Yes, self finished Montcalm and Wolfe last night. The Battle of Quebec was a sniffle at the very end, followed by the downfall of perhaps the greatest statesman England has ever known, Pitt. And then self skimmed over the last dozen pages.

And the Oxford English Dictionary word of the day is — drumroll, please — VAMPIRE!

  • A vampire is a corpse supposed, in European folklore, to leave its grave at night to drink the blood of the living by biting their necks with long, pointed, canine teeth.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

Wish 2: Spring, Don’t Come Too Fast!

This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is WISH:

THIS WEEK, SHOW US A WISH

It was cold and windy today: fine, brisk, walking weather.

Self was captivated by these daffodils, springing up in bunches in front of the Main House in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre (The wind was blowing: you can see from the angle of the stems)

Spring can’t be far away. Which means warmer weather, longer days. Fabulous!

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Daffodils on the Slope In Front of the Main House, Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Annaghmakerrig

And yet, look at this picture she took in the early morning, two days ago: it’s only now she notices the filigree of the tree branches, silhouetted against the sky. So beautiful and delicate. When the leaves come back, this scene will be very different. So self feels conflicted: keeping winter’s bones might not be a bad thing! Especially when looking at trees!

If you look at this photograph with some detachment, doesn’t it look like an echocardiogram? Like the lines spit out of a defibrillator? Self means, the sharp up-and-down squiggles?

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The Lake at Annaghmakerrig, Early Morning

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

What the Writing Desk Looks Like Today, 12 March 2017

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Self’s horror story, The Rorqual, now up to 15 pp. YAY!

Stay tuned.

Book #3: Unit # 1, Tyrone Guthrie Centre

Mary Oliver’s Swan

Self has never read Mary Oliver before.

How I Go to the Woods

Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unbearable sound of the roses singing.

* * *

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

What The Writing Desk Looks Like Today, Saturday, 11 March

Necessary Writing Accoutrements Today:

  • a pair of scissors
  • a found book: Leap Into the City: Cultural Positions, Political Conditions, Seven Scenes from Europe, edited by Katrin Klingan and Ines Kappert
  • a hardbound copy of The Oxford English Dictionary (Word of the day: omerta. Self, can you just not? Why do you all the time have to be so bloodthirsty???)

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

#amreading: Benjamin Britten’s Libretto for PETER GRIMES

MRS. SEDLEY
(whispering to Ned)
Have you my pills?

NED
I’m sorry, Ma’am.

MRS. SEDLEY
My sleeping draught?

NED
The laudanum
Is out of stock, and being brought
By Mr. Carrier Hobson’s cart.
He’s back tonight.

MRS. SEDLEY
Good Lord, good Lord —

NED
Meet us both at this pub, The Boar
Auntie’s we call it. It’s quite safe.

MRS. SEDLEY
I’ve never been in a pub in my life.

NED
You’ll come?

MRS. SEDLEY
All right.

NED
Tonight?

MRS. SEDLEY
All right.

Self is really, really loving this libretto. So beautiful. Absolute poetry.

BALSTRODE/NED:

The tide that floods will ebb, the tide, the tide will turn.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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