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A man’s character is his guardian divinity.
~Heraclitusof Ephesus

Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren’t in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.
~Vaclav Havel

We did not choose to be the guardians of the gate, but there is no one else.
~Lyndon Johnson

EndQuote:
These things I warmly wish for you.
Someone to love, some work to do,
A bit o’ sun, a bit o’ cheer,
And a guardian angel always near.
~Irish blessing

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Posted From the Grove

Platform Favorites: Love’s Redemption, in 3 Parts

~Beck: Dear Life   (3:43)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERoS6y5zE0Y

~Mazzy Star: Fade Into You   (4:50)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxGrPHt44ds

~Beck: Up All Night   (4:24)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tj08Ni3tklw

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Ten Books Lost to History
http://listverse.com/2017/10/08/10-books-that-have-been-lost-to-history/

Museum of Bad Taste
https://boingboing.net/2017/10/15/a-walk-through-the-french-quar.html

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Prewritten for Thurs (11.02) @6pm PT/9 ET is: embrace, starch

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@Writers Platform

Glass Table Edition:

~Margalo (as Bettina6953): Good Night

11 years ago she was freed from the prison of her pain. I miss her every day, but my pain has lessened. I think of her as my guardian angel, watching over us all as we go about our lives. She loves us so much, and wants us to be happy.

Lynne was my mom, my best friend. Thank you for being my rock.

Much love,
Your daughter

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Prewritten: rum, accordian

~Greymane: Everwrapping

An accordion moaned through the mist of the seas
with tales of the lost and the brave
While the port up ahead had the promise to be
the path to their watery grave
They had started their journey before they were dead
and now that they were it won’t end
The shore glowing warm in the fog just ahead
gets further the more we pretend
They summoned Calypso from out of her sleep
and begged her to honor their sins
They offered Poseidon the last of the rum
in trade for the easterly winds
They followed Orion too far in the night
and deeper their endless became
The distance surrounding the galleon despite
forgetting the reason they came

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~BarTalk: J’accuse (zha-kus)

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10.22.17 ~ stardom, prankster

“Alamo” ~ Piffin

Mow the lawn
Before the leaves come down
Rolling fumes
Up to the edge of town
Dream girl
In a mud caked gown
Every day is the Alamo
Alamo
Stardom
What a merry prankster
Stardom
Kicking snow like a gangster
Stardom
Yes, ma’am, no thankster
Turn it up
Turn it up

Weekend father
Zoological Zen
Zip tie lullaby
Barbie hates Ken
Matching your neighbors
With remember when
Those were the days
Son, those were the days
Stardom
Sweet provocateur
Stardom
Punji shag rug floor
Stardom
One more golden door
You didn’t make it through in time

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~BarTalk: ex-kus please

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Quoted in the Grove:
I was not out to paint beautiful pictures; even painting good pictures was not important to me. I wanted only to help the truth burst forth.
~Alice Miller

The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests me more than what he makes, because I’ve noticed that most artists only repeat themselves.
~Marcel Duchamp

I don’t believe in art. I believe in artists.
~Marcel Duchamp

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Platform Favorites:

The Difference Between Open and Closed-Minded People
https://www.farnamstreetblog.com/2017/09/open-closed-minded/

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Prewritten for Thurs (10/15) @6pm PT/9 ET is: ginger, suppressant

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@Writers Platform:

Glass Table Edition:

Sabotage ~ Piffin

Champagne
Caviar
Someone else’s wife
Bespoke custom tailored
And a boot switch knife
The sax goes solo
And she goes for a line
And you go for the gents
Like it’s your last time
The door spreads open
And you step inside
The lights
And the mirrors
And the night collide
Men flex and they preen
And it’s all montage
But you slip into the rhythm
With your men’s room camouflage

The polo
And the parties
And the weeks at sea
Have got you quite accustomed
To such frank company
You nod and you smile
And you talk of sports
You wonder at the thread count
Of your neighbor’s shorts
He’s brash and he’s stupid
And he’s low and he’s ripe
He’s young
And he’s reckless
And he’s just your type
Your date
She can wait
Through your weekly sabotage
As you slide into a stall
Into your men’s room camouflage

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~Greymane: Clouded Comfort

Twisted shapes in weary eyes that whisper in the dawn
Stories told in cold disguising dreams before they’re gone
Shards of shadows calling her to leap into the void
Journeys through forgotten lands where darkness is destroyed

Somewhere in the silent light, a promise to be heard
A tale of distant memories she tells without a word
Salvation paints a crooked path to places just ahead
She begs each breath to rescue her once more before she’s dead

Dancing on the edge that crumbles laughing at her feet
She claws her way through one more day of torturous defeat
Indifference nestled safely in the promise of escape
She dances with the visions in her mind as they take shape

In wild extremes she weakly screamed her hallowed holocaust
She found herself at home before she knew that she was lost
She cuddled warm in quilted voices huddled in her bed
and prayed that she might find a place to bury them instead

She counted clouds her heart set free but tethered with demands
She followed fears she held within across the shadow lands
She listened to the silence as it whispered out her name
and found her hope had frozen on her sacrificial flame

There upon the edge of time her heart exhaled stone
She gathered all that mattered up and faced the night alone
A story told of love so cold it silenced Satan’s fire
to quench the thirsts of all the cursed voices she’d acquired

Her eyes suggested shadows she had hidden in her smile
and whispered plans of ill intent she’d sheltered all the while
She sang with aimless sirens as she rode the rising flood
and cast afloat the dreams she wrote in other people’s blood

Take me from the things of man, she laughed into the storm
and held her breath an inch from death just trying to keep warm
The tempest wrapped around her soul with tendrils made of wind
A promise made and price was paid for every sin she’d sinned

The fury wove her darkest fears in fading filigree
She cried the oceans empty but she’d never been to sea
With chaos on the water and a cyclone in her head
She prayed the darkness cool the flames before her madness spread

The icy kiss that paid for this excursion into hell
was buried deep where secrets sleep but seldom wake to tell
Escape was just a breathe away but reeking with disease
A bargain never darker struck for reasons such as these

The breath of age the years had carved so gentle on her face
The lonely song the seasons sing that led her to this place
Remembering the moments gone that echoed through the years
A symphony upon her knees she painted with her tears

The charcoal soul of bridges burned and places left behind
with silent things she dared to dream in shadows of her mind
A dance of soft and sullen cries that echoed compromise
while offering the shelter of the comfort in her eyes

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Prewritten: clouds

~Piffin: Oct 5

Autumn wakes early
Clouds of sunset starlings swarm
Fierce murmuration

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~Greymane: As Above So Billow

Another Summer afternoon with journeys in the sky while dragons chase the cotton ships that billow slowly by
We lazed upon the meadow grass and gazed up at the blue
Beneath a quilted canvass painting every point of view
Through silent misty kingdoms at the mercy of the breeze
There were pirates chasing bunnies throughout the atmospheric seas
There was every kind of everything imagination thought
Cast adrift when evening shifts to places we forgot
Beyond the blue horizon where the skies are never clear
They form before your very eyes and then they disappear

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~BarTalk: Starlings

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Quoted in the Grove:
Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions which move with him like flies on a summer day.
~Bertrand Russell

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
~Edward Young

The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.
~Elizabeth Gaskell

EndQuote:
Revelations are found in clouds.
~Serge Kahili King

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Posted from the Grove:

25 Emotions You Feel But Can’t Explain
Brief definitions for those inexplicable moments
https://www.theodysseyonline.com/25-emotions-you-feel-but-you-cant-explain

or

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
Comprehensive, with short video essays on many
http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/

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~Alexander Perrin: A Short Trip
Helm an old-fashioned trolley in this beguiling hand-drawn trip into yesteryear. Interactive, use Left and Right arrows to stop/go and pick up passengers
http://alexanderperrin.com.au/paper/shorttrip/

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Platform Favorites:

~Elbow: Starlings   (5:05)
Murmuration: Endlessly morphing clouds of starlings in flight (…God’s lava lamp. ~Piffin)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGegmMWsgu8

*Bonus video: Clouds of Starlings in Murmuration to Pachelbel’s Canon (in lavenders, a rose blush and purple)

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~Bob Ross: Happy Little Clouds   (3:26)
A chirpy and cheerful Bob Ross sings a surprisingly instructive song for writers … merely substitute writing for painting terms
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLO7tCdBVrA&utm_source

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~Joni Mitchell: Both Sides, Now   (5:45)
Clouds, love, life … illusions? The other side of a coin standing on edge
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIYu4EHq0Lo

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Prewritten for Thurs (10/05) @6pm PT/9 ET is: Clouds
Choose from one of three videos above, or one of the opening four quotes, and make something of it … or just riff on, Clouds

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@Writers Platform:

Glass Table Edition:

Tribute Band ~ Piffin

The morning breaks and I watch the rain
Then go to bed when I’m bored with pain
It’s not the outcome that I disdain
It’s the way that it all seemed such fun
I want to be in a tribute band
I want to kill with these idle hands
I want to be one who understands
A thing or two that I’ve done
I heard a song on the radio
I heard a song on the radio, once
I heard a song on the radio
On the radio, once
I forget how it goes

I had a notion to cut the strings
Then I got caught up in other things
I hear the church bell, the song it sings
And recall when it used to ring true
I need to go where the wild things grow
I need to know what the wild things know
I need to know that the end of this show
Won’t be one more cold, “Who are you?”
I heard a song on the radio
I heard a song on the radio, once
I heard a song

I heard a song

I want to be in a tribute band

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~Greenie: DREAMING with DJ Dreamz
Tune in this evening (Sunday: 7-10pm ET) to RCZ Radio
http://rczradio.com
Text Greenie (DJ Dreamz) your request; kick back, enjoy your music being featured online

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Prewritten: outlaw, tantalize

~Greymane: untitled

She swore she’d have a privileged life of upper crusted ease
She’d tempt the boys with curvy parts to tantalize and tease
She made her way to riches on the backs of those she hurt
She’s not so much an outlaw as a greedy extrovert

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~BarTalk: joor + 4 ku

 

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Impromptu: 6 Word Story

My goal is to drown clean.
~Heartou

I am knowing joy this day…
~Greenie

“She hoped the dress wouldn’t rip”
~Piffin

I thought I could protect her.
~Greymane

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*Clouds of Starlings in Murmuration to Pachelbel’s Canon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eakKfY5aHmY&list=PLRB748y2CvFM1rDNuHZtfNfzehNsftLcx

 

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