tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post3629158101923082952..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday October 24th, 2011Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-50561369920189568442011-10-26T23:58:57.754-07:002011-10-26T23:58:57.754-07:00Drake - thanks very much :)
Excellent question(s)...Drake - thanks very much :)<br /><br />Excellent question(s). I like that you managed to convey the narrator's feelings so concisely.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-30598068599984360842011-10-26T13:18:46.364-07:002011-10-26T13:18:46.364-07:00I love your poem there. It just flows so well. And...I love your poem there. It just flows so well. And it reminds me of every time I get the idea in my head that I can draw.<br /><br />---<br />Watching everything you do. Every smile, every laugh. Knowing everything about you. All your favorites and what you despise. The time with you I cherish, though you barely even notice me. The time away is unbearable, though you don't even think of me. Is it obsession, or is it love? Is there even a difference?Drake Davenporthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07098958327690981240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-51526201001689597542011-10-25T23:37:58.122-07:002011-10-25T23:37:58.122-07:00Greg - I despise writing about myself. So it's...Greg - I despise writing about myself. So it's odd that I just agreed to be interviewed again over on Protag :P<br /><br />I like the typewriter effect you added to the poem. I think I shall adopt it!<br /><br />Fantastic imagery and atmosphere in your poem. Really enjoyed that.<br /><br />World of Exp. - yeah, I think I might share your obsession with writing :DMarchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-45388938170321458872011-10-25T02:16:01.781-07:002011-10-25T02:16:01.781-07:00Obsessed
Obsessed with writing, I am.
I can't...Obsessed<br /><br />Obsessed with writing, I am.<br />I can't stop.<br />Every day I sit, the screen on my iPad iWrite app is blank, the cursor in the titles bar blinking, waiting to be filled.<br />What title today?<br />If it is not from the depths of my own mind's muse, I know for sure that a prompt from Marc's daily writing practice blog will surely inspire me.<br />I never know when the moment will strike - the morning coffee post-breakfast, riding shot-gun in the car on the way to god-knows where, or floating in the pool, cooling off in the summer’s heat - where- and when-ever the muse strikes, I am ready, trusty iPad in hand, ready to tap ... Maybe it's a double obsession I have!<br /><br />Greg- brilliant., and Marc, too, of course!world of experiencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02278084263870415749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-92199431007514179482011-10-25T00:20:00.363-07:002011-10-25T00:20:00.363-07:00I hate cover letters too, but I hate writing about...I hate cover letters too, but I hate writing about myself. I usually write it as fast as possible and then ask someone else to proofread it and tell me everything I've undersold myself on.<br />I really love the rhythm of the poem today, I can almost hear a mechanical typewriter clicking away as the backdrop to it. And the ding of the carriage return bell at every exclamation mark.<br /><br /><b>Obsessed</b><br />Pale fingers caress the stone,<br />A rude, square block,<br />Perfectly centred in the studio,<br />Almost luminous in the dark,<br />As geometric as the laws that run the world.<br />Beneath his hands the stone is warm,<br />And he knows that she dwells within,<br />Waiting impatiently to be revealed,<br />To show the world her beauty,<br />And overthrow their laws.<br />Each chip of stone he fractures off<br />Is stained with blood;<br />His fingers bruise and bleed<br />But he cannot stop, he cannot pause,<br />Until his muse is free.<br />Pale stone, luminous in the moonlight,<br />Stands in the absolute centre of the studio,<br />Her proportions will make men weep,<br />Her face will make women curse,<br />And the sculptor sleeps like the dead at her feet.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com