Fiction and Truth

Fiction and Truth

Excellent article on truth in writing – and in art creation in general.

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I was in a writer’s group some years ago, an extraordinary group because except for me it was composed entirely of women–and they were elderly, seventy, eighty, ninety years old. At first I thought, “What am I doing with this bunch of old ladies?” But I quickly changed my tune.

They were tremendously talented and clever, sharp, and knowledgeable, and taken all together had hundreds of years of Typewriter, paper, glasses, pen, book on a wooden surfaceprofessional or amateur experience. It was a great, exciting group, the most pleasant and worthwhile I’ve known. The atmosphere every time was warm, radiant, cordial, and safe–a most productive creative environment. I often think of them fondly. At a session I read aloud a short story I’d written.  When I was reading I heard one woman–an award-winning journalist–say to her friend with a tone of discovery, “This really happened. You can tell.”

Well it had really happened. I hadn’t changed a single…

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Shadowbox by Susan Rich

Shadowbox by Susan Rich

This poem just blew me away!

“I began ‘Shadowbox’ during a morning writing session with a friend where we took different end-line words (horses, something, decisions) and wrote toward them. Not controlling which end word would come next allowed for our own buried obsessions to rise up and fill the void. I love the term shadowbox for its multiple meanings, as in shadowboxing with the self or in reference to the dreamlike assemblages of Joseph Cornell where memory and history are juxtaposed to create surreal landscapes of the mind.”
—Susan Rich

Enjoy, everyone.

 

Reed and Robeson Podcast

Reed and Robeson Podcast

Spent some time today listening to a really interesting Guardian podcast on Black History.

Paul Robeson was one of my father’s greatest heroes. He represented my dad’s ideal of well-rounded excellence – athlete, scholar, and activist. Australian writer Jeff Sparrow has a new biography out on Robeson’s life.

Ishmael Reed is an author who’s been on my radar for awhile, but I have not yet read any of his writing. Penguin Classics has just released his 1973 release Mumbo Jumbo.

Listen to the podcast here.

Dust

Dust

I came, a-wearying

story in my hand,

not realizing that most folks had it in mind

to go to the movies instead.

 

So, I drank iced water,

bruising my past in the process,

and I hurried to make it to the party

before it was over

and the doors were locked.

 

I walked for hours that night

Dry and restless,

the dust shaken from my feet.

The quick laughed with the dead,

and it was no surprise to me

when I found

no room at the inn.

Follow

“I’m not afraid of ugly. Many of the poets I follow paint a picture of the world that is black and red. Not beautiful, but a slap in the face. Screaming wake up. In their posts there is no hate, just truth.”

The Other Stuff

When I hit follow, I mean it.

Many WordPress users follow blogs simply to get a follow back. To boost their numbers. I understand this. Because it happens to me so infrequently, getting a follower is like a small hit of crack. A rush.

Topping a milestone, 100, 200, etc, is something more. But I don’t really know what because it’s only happened to me once. A few months ago, I bypassed one hundred followers. And I’m now one away from two hundred.

I won’t trade for follows. I don’t want my reader filled with unreadable content. For the most part, I don’t want to read about travel or makeup or restaurants in a city I’m not planning to visit. I don’t want to read about books I’ll never read. Or movies I’m not going to watch.

I want to read about people. I want to read about goals…

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