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Monday, June 27th, 2005
10:27 pm
[lupertz]
Sunday, May 22nd, 2005
7:19 pm
[tweedle_dumb]
i've got an orchestra that you might want to hear. we have a website www.deadsuperheroes.comright now we're working on a rock-opera of epic proportions that i'm composing. It's called Dead Superheroes. At the moment we're presenting ourselves as a rock band while we play shows and workshop the music. to hear samples go to our website.
Wednesday, April 21st, 2004
10:52 pm
[streetcarp]
Help me?
Hey guys, I can't remember if I've ever posted in here before but I've been a reader from the beginning. I have to submit a folio of two or three poems for my english class next week and I need help on the submission - my workshop group didn't help me at all just "oh yeah I really liked this bit and that bit" repeated 13 times. The tutor gave me a few suggestions but I'm struggling with those too. Basically I need to show them that these pieces have been revised a little since workshopping... Also, suggestions for titles would be much appreciated...

I.
electrical signals across wires & lines
themselves conduct a warm glow-
still radiant twelve-thousand miles away;
beauty, undiluted by countless resistors capacitors transistors oh and maybe a few satellites

we are satellites, our spirits orbiting high above the corporeal, free
to touch the very limits of our conception and
to re-conceive all we were told of distance and the idea that tangibility and love are at all germane.


The tutor made mention of the last line, she said the word "germane" didn't seem to fit. I kind of agree, but I'm at a loss for what to do with it. ANY other suggestions, no matter how little they may be, would be great.

II.
heavenly bodies in astral motion
might just generate enough energy love to turn night to day,
bringing out our inner radiance and setting our souls aglow.

with a muffled moan and a trickle of sweat i'm swimming in your cosmos,
at once earthly and stellar, bringing our hearts into alignment - -
"what i meant to say is
that it's all you. it's all
inside you. the whole world"

moving like this, flying,
our inertia could surely take us
far from this place -
to the farthest reaches of the galaxy,
and the innermost sanctuaries of our hearts.

This one was well-received, but I think the "muffled moan and a trickle of sweat" could be a little cheesy. Also, I'd like to try a re-wording of the final few lines.
Once again, all I want is another perspective. Don't be scared to be critical; maybe tell me what you'd write if they were YOUR pieces... I really want something to work on.
THANKS GUYS!
Tuesday, February 24th, 2004
4:11 pm
[ex_agraphia809]
Lingering Frustration
Partner Poem: Heather Dennis, Heidi Hesprich, Mary Catherine Starr
I just remembered! Contrary to what I have said before, I have written a poem in the past few years that didn't rhyme! Granted, it was for a lit assignment and a collaborative effort, but here it is!

1... 2... 3...the seconds slowly dying,
Inside (4) cold white walls papered
With aged corners yellow.
Forgotten words engraved in my mind
5... slyly stolen (6! 7!) from my grasp.

The jealous silence penetrates,
Tightly woven frustration, suffocating;
An alluring voice beckons,
Takes me by the hand, and pulls me to the door.
Cerberus’s eyes will never close.

The acrid taste of containment
In the rotting air
Consumes my soul.
And the seconds still are dying!
And the voice inside still crying!

The Bell might brriiing my freedom
From the silent cell of lies.
Lingering anticipation. 8... 9... Ten.

Hey y'all should check out the pictures that ladycirce takes!
Thursday, November 6th, 2003
9:36 am
[omokage]
does this count?
A series
of Nine Lines
has little impact
on otherwise sensible Senses;
however,
you may find that Nine Lines
indicates Nine Lives
in the sensible sinew
of a dead cat.
Wednesday, November 5th, 2003
10:18 pm
[moderngnostic]
I DARE YOU !!!!!
I dare you to write a poem of at least 9 lines. but the catch? its all one sentence. (with as much care to grammar as is possible). The title is part of your sentence. Or perhaps, Is the title part of your sentence? -CMS (moderator)

I may have posted this particular poem before but I post again as an example:




Maybe You Were Too Young to Remember

the snowy rainday mornings,
that were too cold for shorts,
but couldn’t keep us
from a beach without a lifeguard
or thought to proper swimming attire;

those lakewashed afternoons
when we built a treehouse
in stolen woods
with stolen time and carpet samples
have gone the way of your pigtails
and carelessness

like the windripped night we didn’t kiss,
but held on because
alone we’d have lost our grip,
and let the rocks catch us,
and the waves eat us.
Sunday, September 28th, 2003
10:33 pm
[lizzie]
One sentence
For my creative writing class, my assignment was to write a 250 word sentence about where I am from. Here it is. I'd love some feedback on it.

Home in the Woods

The woods twitter and sing with birds, rustle with deer, twinkle with fish, breeze with bats, scutter with oppossums, and clatter with raccoons as I walk through the forest floor covered in dark green moss and ferns with little holes cut in the leaves from caterpillars in the place that I call home-an area where I have lived most of my life, a place where I find solace and comfort when I cannot find it any where else, where the creek runs gently through the ground, bringing fish, crabs, and lizards to the forefront, where children can play in the waterfalls and parents can soak up sun rays on the rocks or eat a lunch at the picnic table covered with written graffiti from the past year's senior classes from the nearby high school, but also where my family joins together for a Thanksgiving meal on a warm Thursday afternoon in November, where I learned how to swim, how to ride a bike through the luscious grass fields, and how to drive a John Deere 60 tractor from 1947 across the greens, while the nearby tall, blooming magnolia trees become giant playscapes filled with imaginary animals (especially monkeys) and children who truly believed we could live in a tree our entire lives and be perfectly happy without ever holding a job or paying house payments or raising kids or worrying about retirement, because we lived in a sweet-smelling tree that would keep us safe from all the grown up things in the world and would only allow us to play and live freely all day long, every day of our lives.
Friday, August 29th, 2003
11:34 pm
[moderngnostic]
its carrie . . . holy shit.
I suppose Ill post some photography soon.

I began student teaching. Before that I was traveling through europe, and battling one family obligation after another. and the Blasterworm ate every bit of creative oputput from me in the past year.

That said, in an effort to resucitate the wpa, for the time being, please feel free to post as often as you like, (exceed twice per week if you find yourself able to laugh in the face of writers block**) however, in order to maintain the spirit of the community, we (sean and I) ask that you give meaningful feedback at least as often as you submit your own stuff.

Again I apologize for me unusual absence, but graduating and all this begining teaching (lit and creative writing, by the way), has zapped my energy.

and if you are so inclined, tell sean he fucking rocks.
Saturday, August 23rd, 2003
8:03 pm
[spiroxlii]
Back from the dead...
I haven't really talked with Carrie about WPA recently. She's got other things on her plate at the moment. Both of us do, really. I still think that we can make WPA a success. We just have to do something to revive the community. We're not obnoxious people by nature, so we have refrained from plastering advertisments for WPA all over other LJ groups. We should continue to be courteous members of the LJ community; however, we must find a way to be heard. I would welcome any suggestions from our current members. How can we get more of LJ's developing talent to join WPA?

This community could be something big. It isn't yet, but it could be. It just needs a little work.
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003
7:42 pm
[spiroxlii]
A short short short story...
I pick up the telephone. "Hello?"

The caller doesn't answer immediately, and I can feel what's coming.

"You mom there?" She wishes I hadn't answered the phone in English.

My forehead gets all crinkly, the way it does when I really don't know what to do, and I try to sound patient and helpful, pronouncing each syllable clearly, "Maria? My mother? She is not home. May I take a message?"

There is another pause, and then the woman releases a soft "hmmm," once again wishing that I hadn't answered the phone in English.

"You mom... not there?"

I lapse into broken English. Maybe she'll understand me better if I leave out the unecessary words. "My mom -- Maria -- not here. Take message?" I'm ready for this to be over. The commercial break is ending, and my show is coming back on.

The woman makes an odd noise. It's like the bastard child of an "oh" and an "um."

I'm getting ready to repeat myself, but I don't have to. The woman speaks up. "Is ok. I call later."

Click.

I say goodbye to the empty line and go back to watching my show, but I've missed the climax, and now it's boring.

Current Mood: creative
Saturday, June 21st, 2003
10:46 pm
[moderngnostic]
untitled
Sean and I are im-ing and working on this now, but Id like everyones help.

He said, laughing,
I died with you tonight.
and she died. Very much
alone.
She went to the bathroom,
showered his smell off of her
and sat on the floor, digging
cutting
little gashes into her thighs.
Tuesday, June 17th, 2003
3:02 am
[spiroxlii]
My story...
*EDIT*
I've changed this story a lot since yesterday after I received a suggestion from writerboz. I added a new character and fleshed out the first chapter with some scenery, because it was very heavy on summary.

My changes are behind the LJ-cut.
*EDIT*

Ok, so I've been writing this story...

I haven't added much to it since I last posted it to my personal LJ a few months ago, but I've gone through the whole thing and reworked it. A lot of the sentences were too wordy and awkward. Some of them were just unecessary. This story has come so far, yet it has so far to go.

I must warn you. The introduction is way boring, but I want it that way. The good news is... the introduction has nothing to do with what the rest of the story will be about! Honest!

The story so far...Collapse )
Monday, June 16th, 2003
4:40 pm
[streetcarp]
ok so i feel a little intimidated by some of what i've read on this community, but like sean said wpa is pretty much comatose at the moment so anything is better than nothing, right? RIGHT?

i never posted this stuff here when i wrote it, because i didn't think it was much good
you guys are here to make it good!

i have lots of trouble with titles, too, so help me out :)

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heavenly bodies in astral motion
might just generate enough energy love to turn night to day,
bringing out our inner radiance and setting our souls aglow.

with a muffled moan and a trickle of sweat i'm swimming in your cosmos,
at once earthly and stellar, bringing our hearts into alignment - -

      "what i meant to say is
      that it's all you. it's all
      inside you. the whole world"


moving like this, flying,
our inertia could surely take us
far from this place -
to the farthest reaches of the galaxy,
and the innermost sanctuaries of our hearts.
italics © jessicastars


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electrical signals across wires & lines
themselves conduct a warm glow-
still radiant twelve-thousand miles away;
beauty, undiluted by countless resistorscapacitorstransistors oh and maybe a few satellites

we are satellites, our spirits orbiting high above the corporeal, free
to touch the very limits of our conception and
to re-conceive all we were told of distance and the idea that tangibility and love are at all germane.
Monday, May 26th, 2003
12:11 pm
[moderngnostic]
Its only an apple
Yesterday was the 23 of may
Eris damns everyone on that day

That greedy goddess
serves my sins on a platter
and I braisinly devour

I see her
in the simply impossible Tao

And in the deliciously irresistable lies
that drip ooff my lips
like some secret sleazy encounter
the cleanup consumes more time than pleasure

Who am I to disregard the muses
if they come with silk for me to spin?

(c) CMSanto 2003


havent yet begun the editing process. I would appreciate any help, tho I probably dont much deserve it**
Thursday, May 22nd, 2003
12:05 pm
[moderngnostic]
more from "adtrtol" a story of concentration camp love set in 2003
(**see Sean for details as I am currently in Europe and am under a great deal of stress. I apologize for my dissapearence**)

“It’s a charm,” said David, “it keeps harmful people out of your heart . . . and bed.” Adri walked out of the ring of red light cast on the floor by a stained glass window. “I don’t need charms,” she said, “unless you do.”

David nodded and tucked the paper in the folded hands of a statue on the Blessed Mother on a shelf in Adri’s livingroom.

That night David slept on the sofa, and decided to throw the paper into the fire the following evening.

Adri took a flashlight –her own home was foreign to her at night. Images of the sacred heart of Christ and of the Virgin Mother appeared in the yellow beam of light like ghosts.

She could hear David breathing, the comfortable rhythmic breath of a sleeping boy.

She crept to the statue of the Blessed Mother, where David had tucked the paper charm. She looked at the statue and in a moment of childish fear she said miserably “excuse me please” as she slipped the paper out from the statue’s hands.

In the dark, in her fear, Adri saw the statue sigh, and quickly she retreated to her bedroom.

The room was red. It glowed from the light of a red and gold handkerchief thrown over a lampshade. Adri unfolded the paper to find a watercolor painting of a dragon. A European dragon, British or German, not Chinese. And David’s own signature at the bottom. She refolded the page and tied a white silk ribbon around it three times and said the rosary twice before burning it in a glas ashtray.

She turned off her light and fell asleep.

That night Adri dreamed of a church on a mountain where skeletons in priests robes carved up the sacred heart of Jesus like a Christmas goose, while blood ran over their fingertips and down the aisles.

David had no dream at all.
Tuesday, May 20th, 2003
1:31 pm
[xxxcassiexxx]
i like it
hey not sure if any of you guys have heard of this place..or if you are even interested. but i found this website today & i thought it was prettie cool:

http://www.artconspiracy.com

i got an account, my name is hellcat13 on there. let me know if any of you decide to get one too, then i can look @ all yer stuff too haha.

-xXxCassiExXx

Current Mood: content
Sunday, May 18th, 2003
2:15 pm
[tweedle_dumb]
lost ideas found
I was searching through boxes of magazines and notebooks and came across some poetry I wrote last year. Here are two pieces.

1. "Winter calls on me"

Winter calls on me
Like a girl swaying through a field
Singing in a dream
Patchworked
Powder blanket
Sparkling in morning
Sunlight for a sunless world


2. "Some nights"

Some nights
You know you've been neglected
As awake as the moon
Angry as the stars
A room too hot to melt into dreams
Too still to pace a heart correctly.

Some nights
Some things go noticed-
Electric buzz
Lights and lungs
Incessant; familiar; shorter lived than their successor

Some nights
I wish my ears were double stitched-
inside and out-
I know my mind is not-
At least that would muffle;
Or muddle into subconscious momentum
The world that should be kept outside
-sometimes in-
And there are those nights-
Left empty as you exhale-
Where screams of mocking laughter ring
So you force attention to your decaffeinating heart.
Saturday, May 17th, 2003
1:44 pm
[tweedle_dumb]
I finished making MP3s of 5 songs that I've written. I had to put them on a different webpage because ANGELfire deleted both my webpages!!!...big middle finger to them....so follow this link to my new webpage, which is not really a page at all, just some links to my mp3s...i'll put lyrics on there too in about 30 minutes...i hope you people comment...this community has become stagnant...

http://home.uchicago.edu/~markw
Friday, May 9th, 2003
12:47 pm
[spiroxlii]
Suggestion...
Why should songs be the only audio contributions to WPA? I was just thinking that some of you poets might consider posting audio clips of yourselves reading your own work. It could add another dimension to the whole WPA experience.

Just a thought...

Current Mood: creative
Tuesday, May 6th, 2003
4:08 pm
[tweedle_dumb]
Finally! MUSIC!!!
here's a link to a very low quality recording of me and my guitar performing "Green Light to go"...please excuse the sound quality and occasional shaky guitar playing...

http://www.angelfire.com/clone/dusted/music.html
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