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Quoted in the Grove:
Smart women speaking makes many men angry. Looking back I see that this has been a leitmotif of my life. This may not surprise you, but it surprises me, every time.
~Elizabeth Farrelly

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.
~Rebecca West

I ask no favors for my sex… All I ask of our brethren is that they will take their feet from off our necks.
~Sarah Moore Grimke

EndQuote:
Women tend to be conservative in youth and get more radical as they get older because they lose power with age. So if a young woman is not a feminist, I say, ‘Just wait.’
~Gloria Steinem

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Posted from the Grove:

Song from The Epic Of Gilgamesh – Oldest work of literature, in ancient Sumerian, with translation (3:55)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUcTsFe1PVs

Oldest Known Melody: Hurrian Hymn no.6   (c.1400 B.C. – 5:42)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpxN2VXPMLc

~Carl Sagan: The Pale Blue Dot   (5:58)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3i2y4sEQpRI

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Prewritten for Thurs 01/25 (6:00pm PT/9 ET) is a Theme: ambivilent

 

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@Writers Platform:
Glass Table:

~Greymane: Moon Flight Night

Crimson crescent moon alive with Winter in his hair
He rode the starry tide into the silence of the air
He watched the silly Earth below and marveled at her fame
He fell in love each night but kept his distance just the same

On a never ending journey from horizon past the sky
He lights the night unsatisfied but never says goodbye
Across the silent sea of time but hiding from the sun
Somewhere past the atmosphere the lunar lantern spun
He loved the Earth so faithfully and swore to share her flight
Beside her for eternity forever in the night

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Prewritten: (01/18) ~ Theme: side-eye, or thespian

~Greymane: Thespalonian I

I watched a sad play
A lonely old thespian
barely knew her lines

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Nother Nora

A legend on the bright marquee
A talent so sublime
A thespian of fine degree
The Meryl of her time
She graced the silent silver screen, The world knew her name
The movie’s undisputed queen of Hollywood and fame
They loved her and they shared her pain
They hated her and cried
She sold her soul to entertain and got what that implied
For twenty years she rode the wave of privileged upper-crust
The demon then reminded her of what they had discussed
He told her what she promised him and he showed her where she

signed
Another Nora Desmond on the way to lose her mind

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~BarTalk: November

Gays giving guys the gaze
Straight take is side-eye
Politics is cross-eyed
Let’s be enabled to run
Lesbians able to win

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Scarlet

Deep kiss per the script
Bee stung lips and no tip
To the iceberg below ship
Cruelly accurate lesbian
Nailed it as a thespian

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Prewritten (01/11) ~ Choose 2 of 3: transparent, swarthy, needle

~Greymane: Things I Need

Transparent walls to shelter me before I disappear
Between the things that bury me with everything I fear
Wings above a rising tide that freezes from within
Sewn with rusty needles to the fabric of my skin
Comfort in my darkest night as long as light permits
Passage through the only dream a lonely traveler gets

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~BarTalk: easy out

transgress with a needle
plunged poison in a vein
finding proof in a bottle
transparent in a vial
swarthy hero last refrain

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Twice 5-7-5

new transparenting
needles, gender piercing nudes
swarthy ginger beauts

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need’ll conquer naught
must lose, ’tis transparent, to
swarthy hooded death

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Impromptu: winter

~Greymane: Everything She Needs

Winter painted frozen breath on everything she needs
She called the wind from where it’s been before the Summer bleeds
She waited so discreetly that she barely made a wave
From where she’d been she measured when the seasons dared behave
She wraps her frozen tendrils ’round her frigid sacrifice
Winter cold from what she knows will blanket you in ice

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~Matttt: Shitty-ku

~ It is crisp tonight…
~ Air an extra shade of black.
~ Walking, snow crunches

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5

cold wet empty streets
January thaw at end
snowfall by midnight

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clouds before the rain
undulating worm of fog
crawls the low foothills

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Quoted in the Grove:

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.
~Jeremy Irons

Time is the fire I burn in.
Time is the fire I learn in
~Delmore Swartz

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
~Carl Sandburg

EndQuote:
The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.
~Chinese Proverb

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Piffin: From the Platform: Love: 2, Death: 2
~Hey Violet:  Unholy   (3:55)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qA0MMwfylqc

~Rosanne Cash:  Runaway Train   (3:49)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aApAFwZRxuU

~Paul Simon:  My Little Town  (Shooting spree)    (3:52)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1_CNl6w2Tk

~Snow Patrol: Chasing Cars  (Loss of dog)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GemKqzILV4w

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Posted From the Platform:

 

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10 Cocktails for Counting Down to New Year
https://www.tablespoon.com/collections/16/12/cocktails-for-counting-down-to-new-year?utm_source

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Prewritten for Thurs (01/04) @6pm PT/9 ET is: reward, juggler

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: prodigy, season

~Greymane:  Prodigy

My ego is my prodigy it hides between my thoughts
It built a shrine of withered vines that ripens as it rots
It follows me through my debris and filters what it learns
I took it home to monochrome where color never burns
I painted things with shredded wings on winds that whisper strange
My ego went to sleep again too soon for the exchange

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~BarTalk: Brew Master / triku

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Impromptu: metacognitive (thought about thoughts)

~Piffin:   ku

Metacognition
The mirror, she confounds me
I come up empty

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~Greymane:   ku

metacognition
A consequence of drinking
to think about thinking

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~Mattt: Shitty-ku

I wonder today
If I am nearly insane
I don’t give a fuck

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5

 

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Quoted in the Grove:

Beware the pull on your heartstrings — it’s often the purse strings that are actually being reached for.
~Barbara Mikkelson

Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it.
~Stephen Leacock

At times the whole world seems to be in conspiracy to importune you with emphatic trifles.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

EndQuote:
You can tell the ideals of a nation by its advertisements.
~Norman Douglas

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Posted From the Grove:

 

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Poems Aloud:
~Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken   (1:19)
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-not-taken/

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Prewritten for Thurs (12/28) @6pm PT/9 ET is: season, prodigy

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Quoted in the Grove:
Good books don’t give up all their secrets at once.
~Stephen King

When you re-read a classic, you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more in yourself than there was before.
~Clifton Fadiman

Beware of the stories you read or tell; subtly, at night, beneath the waters of consciousness, they are altering your world.
~Ben Okr

EndQuote:
Don’t ask me who’s influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he’s digested, and I’ve been reading all my life.
~Giorgos Seferis

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Piffin: From The Platform
What A Wonderful World, shadow magic   (2:59)
https://boingboing.net/2017/12/12/watch-what-a-wonderful-world.html

~Greg Lake: I Believe In Father Christmas   (3:32)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4NA53Yel4U

~The Bangles: Hazy Shade of Winter   (2:47)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cNeXWpTVlo

~Band Aid 1984: Do They Know It’s Christmas   (4:37)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjQzJAKxTrE

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Posted from the Platform:

Best Simple Hot Buttered Rum mix:

1 lb dark brown sugar
1/4 lb Butter
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp ground cloves
1 tsp nutmeg

Melt butter, add spice and sweetness
Stir into a thick batter
Add tsp of mix to rum and hot water
Stir well
Celebrate

You’re welcome

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Prewritten for Thurs (12.21) @6pm PT/9 ET is: saddle, fabricate

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: Sometimes it’s better not knowing

~Greymane: Curtain Call

Amusing as the show must be, repeating where we fail,
Is Man’s continued travesty the Devil’s holy grail?
Is someone on a golden throne prepared to save us all?
A Savior sipping methadone before his curtain call?
Sometimes it’s better not to know the things that lie ahead
It’s funny how the past will tell us futures left unsaid
A distance we can never cross, too cold and deep to hold
A spirit soaring albatross to torture seven-fold
A journey from the place we’ve been to places we can’t go
Apocalyptic tailspin to close another show

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~Heartou: Cognac Once

There is so much swirling around in my head
Is it real or a way to fill up the hole instead
Does the look he gives me provide
a way for me to connect
through my expressionless resting bitch face?
What if this is love and I find out
We could be happy
Sometimes it’s not better knowing
but why?
Couldn’t I just once know this is right
Just soar with no need of faith to fly
I adore him
I do, his touch helps it’s true
But I remember to
not question what I can’t understand
And you,
If you are sharing time and love
Do not bother searching for answers in feelings
Time is the constant, the space
the only connection to ride

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~BarTalk: Cells, and 5-7-5  (not-a-ku)

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Quoted in the Grove:
Men are often capable of greater things than they perform. They are sent into the world with bills of credit, and seldom draw to their full extent.
~Horace Walpole

Your voice dries up if you don’t use it.
~Patti Page

Use the talents you possess, for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except the best.
~Henry van Dyke

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Prewritten for Thurs (12.14) @6pm PT/9 ET is a Theme: Sometimes it’s better not knowing

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Prewritten: prissy, ultimate

~Papadruid: Slow Quatrain Coming

They called her miss prissy
Her speech, was soft and hissy
But her mouth, was perfect so
She always delivered, the ultimate “O”

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~BarTalk: Post Office Poster

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Impromptu: fishhook romance

~Piffin: Hardly even me

I know you didn’t ask for it
In fact, you don’t ask much at all
But we stood
Hand in hand
Long enough for us to fall

Bloodletting made me tender
Bloodletting made me tough as nails
But your kiss
And your bandage
Taught me it’s okay to fail

Caught by this fishhook romance
Tangled in this tender line
We swim
And believe
Maybe we still have some time

Maybe we still have some time

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~Greymane: Fillet

She set off on her fishing trip with findin’ men in mind
She’d caught her limit years ago but all of them declined
She rowed her boat to stay afloat through whirlpools and squalls
She found the shore had more in store the more the siren calls
She cast her line just one last time and snagged him in the pants
A fresh fillet near got away from fishy hook romance

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~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

Bumping along the bottom…
I carry my soul in a cup
recovering from a fish hook romance
I wonder where and how I fucked up

The road seems paved in shards of glass
the destination close at hand
but I can’t go forward or backward
So barefoot and bleeding I stand

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~BarTalk: not-a-ku

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Quoted in the Grove:

Nobody reads a mystery to get to the middle. They read it to get to the end. If it’s a letdown, they won’t buy anymore. The first page sells that book. The last page sells your next book.
~Mickey Spillane

Those big-shot writers could never dig the fact that there are more salted peanuts consumed than caviar.
~Mickey Spillane

If you’re a singer you lose your voice. A baseball player loses his arm. A writer gets more knowledge, and if he’s good, the older he gets, the better he writes.
~Mickey Spillane

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Posted From The Grove:

Creative Writing: Course Example

Ancestry, version one:
John Smith, horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison 1885, escaped 1887, robbed the Montana Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889.

Spin Doctor, version two:
John Smith was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory. His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Montana railroad. Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to government service, finally taking leave to resume his dealings with the railroad. In 1887, he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency. In 1889, he passed away during an important civic function held in his honor when the platform upon which he was standing collapsed.

From archives, revived by, Deb Baddorf (A.W.A.D.)

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14 Words That Don’t Mean What You Think They Do, with Anu Garg
https://www.inc.com/minda-zetlin/14-words-even-the-smartest-people-get-wrong.html

This article opens the opportunity to give thanks again to those people and organizations that this editor uses in producing Wordgrove’s Post & Review.

A.Word.A.Day ~ Nation’s number one site for word (and quote) lovers
Wordsmith.org

ThinkExist.com ~ Quotes

GoComics.com ~ Comics

Rusty’s Electric Dreams ~ E-zine
ElectricDreaming.com

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Prewritten for Thurs (12/07) @6pm PT/9 ET is: prissy, ultimate

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: Short story using 2 of 3: bombast, opulent, robot

~BarTalk: Thus, It Began / Clean Air Act

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Impromptu: ku on – cricket

~Piffin: “Cricket”

That cricket.

It won’t stop.

It reminds me of summers. When things were easy.

Somewhere outside. Its song slow, the way of crickets in autumn.

It distracts me.

But it does nothing to help me wipe the blood off the kitchen floor.

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~Greymane: untitled

Cricket singing symphony upon his ragged legs
Promised light her destiny the more her sorrow begs
Danced a distant memory through where the vision dies
We punished dreams for all the mean obscene unfounded lies

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~MissMerry:  ku

Crickets chirp til dark
Moonbeams show the nighttime fog
cold mornings go silent

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~BarTalk: ku

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Quoted in the Grove:

I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam. I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.
~Woody Allen

I got kicked out out of ballet class because I pulled a groin muscle. It wasn’t mine.
~Rita Rudner

If you hold a cat by the tail you learn things you cannot learn any other way.
~Mark Twain

EndQuote:
I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma.
~Eartha Kitt

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Platform Favorites: Random, Piffin style

~The Strypes: Behind Closed Doors   (4:17)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtRNheiSLAw

~Marty Robbins: El Paso   (4:40)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spaPETdoRVM

~Stevie Wonder: Superstition   (4:27)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CFuCYNx-1g

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Prewritten for Thurs (11/09) @6pm PT/9 ET is: fog, bashful

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: embrace, starch

~Greymane: Unexpected Collar

Frozen starched collar
Silent in the crimson snow
Dead man’s last embrace

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~BarTalk: Itinerary

 

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Impromptu: willow

“Good To Go” ~ Piffin

The willow was looking sadly, but what didn’t anymore?

The willow was looking sadly at her front door.

The river had gotten lower. The water had gone away.

The frogs just stopped their singing, day by day.

The willow was looking sadly, so she tried to stare it down.

The willow was looking sadly, just like town.

Her car was packed and ready; in the driveway, good to go.

But the willow was looking sadly.

You know?

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~Greymane: Will of the Whisper

Willow wondered where the wind was waiting wickedly
A thought upon the moment drawn too soon to set her free
She begged the moon to bathe her days in lights that live at night
She painted dreams of magic things each night by candle light
Journeys through the almost there where quilted castles fade
The years had passed so quiet that she never was afraid

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~BarTalk: not-a-ku, too

 

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