August 24, 2004

writing challenge part 2

Okay, you remember that the first part of this challenge was to write about an incident from childhood in the first person. Now take that same incident and write it from the point of view of another character involved. Could be anybody. In the Madeleine L'Engle book I got this challenge from, she mentioned one girl wrote about a tree she used to always climb in the park. She didn't know how to do the secong part of this challenge because she was the only person involved in the story. But L'Engle just said she should think about it, and sure enough, she came back with a great story from the point of view of the tree. So you might be surprised...

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August 16, 2004

quote of the day

From a can of soda--all punctuation/grammar retained:

815 Green Tea
Cleanness
Refreshment
Naturalism
Freedom
Peace
Green Tea Soda

First encounter of green tea and carbonate of soda. it's 815 Green Tea. The carbonate of soda drink? it's o.k!, but too sweet and stimulating. The green tea? it's o.k!, but bitter and untasty. Now they combine harmoniously, giving birth to 815 Green tea. It gives us neat feeling of green tea and include refreshing character of carbonated soday. Now enjoy your life in 815 Green tea.
Product of Korea

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August 11, 2004

writing challenge...

...courtesy the Madeleine L'Engle book Walking On Water: Reflections on Faith and Art. Oh, and it's part one of two, but no peeking at part two until you at least make an attempt at part one. Ready?
Write an incident from your childhood or adolescence that was important to you. "Write in the first person. Nothing cosmic, just an incident. And do not write this for children...Write it for yourselves."

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August 07, 2004

poem: 29, or Lanfrey

I dreamed Lanfrey or
I invented his face or
His real voice brushed my ear

I cannot remember or
I never knew

But all roads led him to me
And then snatched him

Gone

And I
I was
Alone

Howling grief
Then searching

Piecing him from
The eyes of one
The smiles of another

Creating him anew
But no Lanfrey
Dreamt or written or real
Could ever stay

My life I searched
For what could only slip away

I stopped at last
Too tired
Nothing I could do

Now it is habit
Searching
Cursing absence

But a habit I will break

Because
My heart has told me
Long after the asking:

He is here
And so am I

He is not who I thought
But neither am I

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