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* Well, I got booted off the Idol island last night. And I'm okay with it. I cannot thank all of you enough for your support for my scribbling! That is one aspect of the internet that I believe has made the most difference to my Muse and I'm sure all the writers on the flist agree. We get INSTANT feedback and response and a writer wants, no NEEDS, to be read! I credit you lot with my growth and my enjoyment of this strangely isolating art form.

Now to catch my breath and then roll up my sleeves to begin getting to work on my new writing goal - I want to compile a short story collection.

I also am pondering another writing...experiment, but I'm not ready to put that into words yet.

* So, last night I also finally decided to leave my monk's cell and ventured up the road to my neighbor's for an evening of women and Bunco. It was actually an enjoyable few hours. I know all these women but have really kept my head down for the past two years. It was a bit of returning to the world, if you will. 

Under a Wild Green Fig Tree ~ Edward Hirsch

I am going to eat seven pomegranate seeds
and lie down under a wild green fig tree
in a field that has been ploughed three times

because I want to sleep in fertile soil
sinking into dream time, dream space,
and slip past the door to the underworld,

which has been left ajar for questers
and adepts, for reckless night revelers
stumbling into the corridor of ghosts,

so I can wander the subterranean realm
and listen to Persephone’s hell songs,
music she could learn only in Hades—

the low, fateful lyrics of death,
the soul’s radical return to innocence,
the earth’s eternal movement and passage,

our deep human labor to become spirits,
our almost vegetal need to be reborn,
the cycle of loss, myth of regeneration.
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Apr. 27th, 2019 12:26 am (UTC)
Awww; too bad you got booted, but the competition WAS really stiff there! At Bardic competitions, I always feel better about losing when the winner clearly deserved to win: nobody can be 'The Best There Ever Was' every single time forever.

I adore your short stories, despite the fact that they often make me cry - publish a collection; I'll buy it, you betcha!

I adore that poem too. *hugs hugs* Happy Beltaine, dearheart!
Apr. 27th, 2019 03:42 pm (UTC)
Thanks, hon! It's always stiff in Idol! Some unbelievable writers in there!

I'll keep you to that! I would love to put out a collection!

That poem - first time I've come across it.

Blessed be!
Apr. 27th, 2019 12:41 am (UTC)
I am SO proud of you, E. You were amazing this season. You're always amazing, but you went through so much to get yourself back to a place where you could write and then write with such incredible control and honesty. You have the bravest heart!

Awesome poem. So you're not the only Persephone/Hades obsessed writer. ;-)

Loved that you ventured out! What's Bunco?

Apr. 27th, 2019 03:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you, M. You're my writing rock. And I mean that truly and sincerely and with gratitude. Did you get my pm on DW?

There is a lot of derivative P/H stuff out there. I've got a pretty good collection of it. Some of it is amazing and some meh. But I had never seen this before! This is in the amazing category!!!

Bunco is a silly dice game played by a group of 12, women in this case, with dinner and wine. Lots of laughs and it was a no-pressure good time!

Apr. 27th, 2019 05:15 pm (UTC)
Yes, I got it and just answered it. (I thought I had--duh!)

Dinner and wine is always nice. :-) I'm glad you had a good time. You know what they say about Jack and too much work. LOL! Ever notice they don't say that about Jill? Double standard.

Apr. 28th, 2019 02:48 am (UTC)
I love that poem! Beautiful <3

The competition was really close this year, congrats on getting so far!


-- A <3

Edited at 2019-04-28 02:48 am (UTC)
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