The LibraryI am glad that my library has beenThe Library by zeratul547
squared away, tucked into boxes,
hidden in closets.
One might mistake my collection as
belonging to a madman, or worse yet -
the water and the sandArrogance is the hunger that drives the waves forward,the water and the sand by zeratul547
then, drawn back by the wind, they fling themselves out again,
to cover the sand and the shores,
to raise its hair and arch its back,
perhaps, even, to strike fear.
The sea knows no humility,
it tires itself, ebbing,
quietly resting for the next push, each day,
cooling itself, each night,
for another hurl of endless, ragged onslaught.
What wounded the sea so gravely?
More than arrogance, perhaps,
surrounded on all sides by the crags of land,
or the emptiness of air, contained,
it is the memories of a great sadness…
The memories of the sea.
They stretch back, like the waves in preparation…
Who can speak to the sea, and hear its hurt?
Who will bring calm to the sea, and warmth to its heart?
Blue LineI am hungry,Blue Line by zeratul547
I am starved.
Emaciated with the passing
of what essence was left.
I rub my ribs, they are
iron bars, holding together
the sacs of cells within-
Radius and ulna,
reach deep. There is a long way
yet to go, and although-
The ground is cold comfort. The
steel walls a reprieve-
But I must go. There is a sun to be
Vines whip in the soft wind. The trees are
tired this time of year. Like they
were waiting for a quieter age,
and it has come, as promised.
Canopy full of sound,
water drips onto the ragged roots.
The craggy trunks hold fast.
A million more years to last.
I will not accept these cuffs and binds,
this is mine to decide.
I can hear the soil singing, an awful roar,
furor and terroir.
And that night, ragged bones crawled,
and left the stony isles, the steely trees,
cameras that drilled direct, blue line to the soul-
and out came a man, alive.
Assembly instructionsBefore You StartAssembly instructions by fyoot
Novices should read instructions
from start to finish
to avoid embarrassment later.
Ensure you are wearing
for the job at hand.
are not required
but there’s no shame in it either
Designated two person assembly (two males pictured)
females may need
to adjust configuration to suit.
Any number may assist.
Spare dowelling plugs
Unwrap all the parts; fold and retain
the packaging for later. Check
all pieces are present, and in working order.
Familiarise yourself with them, feel
their heft, their quality; caress
the expert workmanship, the smooth
and supple finish.
Try to envisage
which parts will slot together:
this will assist you later.
WARNING: DRAWING NOT TO SCALE
RETAILER ACCEPTS NO LIABILITY
FOR FEELINGS OF INADEQUACY.
Insert part labelled A11 into slot E6;
lubrication may be necessary (not provided).
Here you are laid
on the floor and your
assistant is braced
against the wall and
Write What You Know: A GuideWrite What You Know: A Guide by TheBrassGlass
Write What You Know
Never were four little words so widely misconstrued. They are so unpopular these days, and are met with contrariness and frustration whenever they are invoked. Yet this phrase, more than any other, can be an author's greatest guidance. Here I will interpret this saying in two different ways and clarify the intention behind it.
When struggling writers hear this "write what you know" comment, their first impression might be that they should only write about themselves: their own pasts, families, struggles, time periods, etc. This is not necessarily the case! There are two useful interpretations: (1) write what you've come to know through the experience of life, and (2) know as much as possible about what you are writing.
Write What You've Come to Know through Life Experiences
Recently, I read an article in Writer's magazine on researching for the purpose of writing. Its author stated, "That old dictum write what you know is, in the espionag
"Zhuangzi's wife died. When Huizi went to convey his condolences, he found Zhuangzi sitting with his legs sprawled out, pounding on a tub and singing. 'You lived with her, she brought up your children and grew old,' said Huizi. 'It should be enough simply not to weep at her death. But pounding on a tub and singing – this is going too far, isn't it?'Interesting to look at a change as severe as death from another point of view, focused on fate and inevitability, and to free oneself of suffering as a result of the change, by opening up to new perspectives. I'm not a huge fan of Zhuangzi - I find his logic deplorable and his skepticism incredibly tedious - but he makes some fair points. There's a lot to be said of taking a moment to stop and consider different points of view.
Zhuangzi said, 'You're wrong. When she first died, do you think I didn't grieve like anyone else? But I looked back to her beginning and the time before she was born. Not only the time before she was born, but the time before she had a body. Not only the time before she had a body, but the time before she had a spirit. In the midst of the jumble of wonder and mystery a change took place and she had a spirit. Another change and she had a body. Another change and she was born. Now there's been another change and she's dead. It's just like the progression of the four seasons, spring, summer, fall, winter.
Now she's going to lie down peacefully in a vast room. If I were to follow after her bawling and sobbing, it would show that I don't understand anything about fate. So I stopped.'" (Zhuanghzi, chapter 18)