Daily Prompt: Age

Daily Prompt: Age

This photograph was taken in Durham, UK. As I was walking up to get a piece of pizza, the man who worked there got very excited and was exclaiming “I’m going to be famous!” so I obliged and took a few photographs. A couple of weeks later I took a few prints for him, which really tickled him.

Pizza Man

Pizza Man


Real World Intrudes

I’ve been quiet for a week now, no posts, no thoughts, no words.

Two main reasons…

  1. It’s that time of the year again and I had really let my accounts go to pot, didn’t have anything in order or in the correct location. It’s taken me the best part of the week to collect everything in together and file my tax returns before I had to start paying fines, but it is done now and out the way. Rejoice!
  2. The second T.M.A. for my Open University course, AA315, is due on Thursday coming. So whilst panicking about my tax return I was also catching up with reading and making notes for the assignment. This gave me an excuse to fire up Scrivener and use it as a note taking machine, holding my references and any images I was going to refer to. I have also set it up to write the assignments. Now just to finish them.

I’ve also decided that the main thing I’m going to take from the Zero to Hero challenge is that I should schedule at least one post a week. This post will be a Sunday Roundup, a look at the week past, what I’ve been reading, writing and doing.

So more writing and a better round up on Sunday.


James White Award

The James White Award, is open for entries.

Submit an original, 6000 word science-fiction work from non-professional writers.

The prize is £300 with no entry fee and will be judged by professional writers and editors.

The winner will be announced at this years EasterCon in Bradford and the closing date is 31st of January.


Pop Will Eat Himself

Wonderful full beard, grey and bushy, it complemented the mans bald head and profusion of tattoos.

When he ate it was obvious he had no teeth to speak of as his bottom lip kept wanting to enfold the rest of his head.


Villanelle

Ferdinand Chaigneau – Troupeau de moutons

Ferdinand Chaigneau – Troupeau de moutons

I was reading an article on poetry yesterday when I came across the word ‘villanelle’ which was used with no explanations or clarifications and as always I wondered what it meant.

I decided to keep all these definitions of words connected to the art world together here so I can refer back to them.

A villanelle (also known as villanesque) is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines. The villanelle is an example of a fixed verse form. The word derives from Latin, then Italian, and is related to the initial subject of the form being the pastoral.

The villanelle consists of five stanzas of three lines (tercets) followed by a single stanza of four lines (a quatrain) for a total of nineteen lines. It is structured by two repeating rhymes and two refrains: the first line of the first stanza serves as the last line of the second and fourth stanzas, and the third line of the first stanza serves as the last line of the third and fifth stanzas. The rhyme-and-refrain pattern of the villanelle can be schematized as A1bA2 abA1 abA2 abA1 abA2 abA1A2 where letters (“a” and “b”) indicate the two rhyme sounds, upper case indicates a refrain (“A”), and superscript numerals (1 and 2) indicate Refrain 1 and Refrain 2.

Love the amount of information available on the Internet.


Ugo Columbo

Husband Jonathan would not like to see you so pale,

It rises during the closing ceremony,
at the moment when stagecraft fades
and the simplest of uman acts begins.
The athletes walk in.

the emperor’s palace.
A conversation between the author
and a Good Heavens!
Is marriage so demoralizing as that?

That’s it: They walk into some stadium,
as they did again Sunday evening at Vancouver’s B.C.
Place to end the 2010 Winter Games,
and the clearest picture of what the Olympics means emerges.

Young people who have spent the months
serving as civic heroes, national symbols,
stand-ins for millions,
become young again.

Unlike the opening ceremony tradition
of marching in national delegations in strict order,
under a flag, at the closing men and women
who have sweated against each other for weeks

sometimes years, walk out in an easy jumble,
and soon mix, stand and dance
until all national colors and flags become irrelevant.
fobs;

they were two large slits cut into the top of his middle
Oh, it is hard to think of it, and I cannot understand


Wicked Words

Prompt: One of the books in the library glows

A glimmer, a glamour, that’s what it was.

Sparkling words, spiralling worlds.

Both equally fascinating, both equally dangerous.

A crack, just a quick peek, curiosity and the cat be damned.

Silvered edges, golden letters, honeyed words.

Seductive siren call, a bargain from beyond.

Knowledge, insight, offerings from within, worth it?

From the page, looking out, I see you do the same.

Bargains and whispered words, part of the chorus, singing to you.

Inside the book we are all stories waiting to consume the stories of others, two in one out.

Leather and ink, glamour and geas, your life as written.