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rhymefighters

it's like you've been passing with flying colours
and now the colours are flying over your head,
(black, green, and blue, and red)
like shrieking streaks of godknowswhat

and your subconscious is talking in twisted tongues
finding rhymes for words you haven't written yet, except in your head
and a few hundred false starts, creased and dark, in the waste.

taste, your mind screams, use taste, you can rhyme with waste, and it scans
but your fingers refuse to move, because if you move, you'll write sonnets
and you're not ready to praise anybody yet.

the halfrhyme of waste and praise has got you riled, and rhyme and rile aren't making you sm-
happy.

it's like that time when you had to learn a presentation in french, so you thought in french for months, and afterwards, even after the exam and the holiday and the results and the new school, and then the old school again
you still think "d'accord" when things go right
(which is hardly ever these days, these days you're more likely to exclaim a 'zut alors' or a frenzied 'poutain!',
and you think about how even in the language of love, 'whore' still sounds dirty
and also somebody once told you that 'je t'adore' sounds like a cat throwing up and since then that's all you can think of when you watch romantic french films, cats with hairballs and grimaces)

it doesn't matter anyway. you're half asleep and whateverthehell you were watching has finished
and if you don't care, then nobody does.
i want to marry a man who smells like october,
like rotting leaves and cooling air, and
an absence of fish. i know, deep down,
that i will always be a february, cold
but warming, optimistic (slightly).
only a few weeks away from being a january
and all the bitterness that twists with the wind.
i've sellotaped secrets under my desk, it makes me feel good when i run my fingers under them while i'm working. it reminds me there's more to me than exam results and that i can do these and still have the underside of my desk.

also it's quite nice to see that i haven't filled the whole space yet, there's still secrets to be found and told, and ones to be taken down in time.


i was thinking about eventually when i sell this desk, and whether i'll take them down.
done something you're proud of recently? show me, i'd love to see. (: i tried working through the 1200 deviations in  my inbox but i actually, seriously couldn't.

or, done something you're not proud of recently? show me (: i'm feeling very constructive.


if only this constructivity could be transferred to actual real life work.
oh well. can't have everything.


also; i am currently housed at "inkandskin.livejournal.com". :)

LOVE.
  • Listening to: the format
  • Reading: paradise lost
  • Eating: almonds
  • Drinking: tea

geez louise.

Fri Jul 17, 2009, 2:30 PM
i'm leaving tomorrow morning at a ridiculous time to see what paris has to offer.

if it's good, i might stay there - i need to brush up on my french, and i miss the feeling of being immersed in a city. see you on august the somethingth.

have a great summer. (:




clear nostrils

Wed Jun 17, 2009, 5:44 PM
are good.

lack of exams is good.
playing in the west end was good.
reading some of the stuff on my devwatch has been very good.

chest infection was not so good.
but now things are good again.



i've been writing a diary for two weeks now, and it feels weird to flick back pages and relive days i thought i'd forget.
i also find it slightly strange in a sad sort of way that i can't write it with my door open, yet i can't sleep with my door closed. this involves a rather cold-toed trip from my bed to my door, because i never remember my slippers, despite placing them right underneath my bed. i always spot them on the way back and mentally kick myself.

and then actually stub my toe on my bed because i've been so busy mentally kicking myself that i've forgotten to stop walking.

yeah. reflexes are not so good right now.

i like mornings at the moment, because i get up early and make proper coffee and listen to the doors shutting. the bedroom door. the bathroom door. the front door. the car door. i'm thinking of timing it and making averages so i can predict how late the kids will be to school depending on how much they oversleep. perhaps it will scare them.

this would be good, but also not so good.

on the train back from london today, i met an old man who spoke arabic, french, and flemish, but not english. he was a very interesting man. i spoke to him in fledgling french and he looked so relieved to be understood. from the look on his face i thought he was travelling alone, but then he told me that he was travelling with his family. i asked where they were and he told me they were on another carriage. i don't understand families sometimes.

it's 22 past 1 in the morning, and i know this because my computer tells me so. i was asked the time today and i realised i still can't read clocks. should this worry me? i think this is not good. there is a difference between innocence and ignorance, and i've strayed into the latter.

another thing i find amusing today is that the older i get, the more simple i write because the more complicated things are. back in the day, things were simple and words were complicated, but now i have cheques and rent and a nearly-romance and i'm shedding syllables like dandruff. i find it amusing that you can over-complicate and over-simplify but you can never over-describe, because that would be just telling it like it is. i often wonder why this is seen as a negative trait - i thought we valued honesty?

honesty is good.
i think blunt is good.
but harsh is not good.

another value we have is democracy. i was in london today and i sat down next to a man who was reading the paper. i talked with him for a while and he bought me coffee because i agreed with him about UKIP. if i had been lying, would that count as an expenses claim? does it count as an expenses claim because i wasn't lying?

democracy is good.
politics is not good.

is politics a plural noun? it sure seems like it should be. today i found out that it is not, in fact, "none of them are" because "none" is not a plural noun, it's a contraction of "not one" and that is quite evidently singular. despite "them" being plural, "one" is the important bit so that's what decides the plurality of the verb. i find it faintly amusing that even in grammar, the individual is worth more than the majority.

i'm quite enjoying rambling because it feels like a long time since i had a good ramble, although, really, i do it every night for 2 A5 pages, and every sunday at 9pm in a blank greetings card. unfortunately, "none of them has been sent" sounds really wrong so i'll say that i have not sent any of them. is any a contraction? it sounds too short. but then again, "i'm" is shorter.



when i was smaller, i used to freak myself out on long car journeys by whispering "i am, i am, i am, i am, i am" to myself, until i was so utterly in awe of my own existence that i could barely breathe.



"i am rachel. i am here. i am, i am, i am."


it's 35 past 1 which means it's been 8 + 5 minutes after 22 past 1 which means it's been 12 minutes. this is how my brain works out the passage of time, and i think it's no wonder i am still constantly amazed that "i am". it's funny, i was waiting in a restaurant for 10 minutes and it felt like a whole lot longer because i ordered a table for two while i was waiting. i got bored after a while and sat at the bar, and a waitress asked if i wanted a drink. i decided to mix two vices and have irish coffee, but by that time, that was my fifth of the day and i've been trying to only have three.

this means i can only have one today (because tomorrow is today now) and this worries me slightly.

no matter how melancholy or detached or rambling this seems, this: poemaday.frozenagain.com/poem/ is making me happy at the moment. (take a look at the last two lines of the first stanza of the entry for june tenth. isn't it funny how words can pick me up like my mother couldn't after i outgrew her arms?)




12 hours until exams are over

Tue Jun 2, 2009, 9:12 PM
it's been a crazy few weeks.

i have chemistry and latin exams today, but i'll be finished this afternoon. :) (until next january, when it starts all over again!)

just a quick update in the midst of emergency 5-AM revision to let you know that i haven't died :)




cookies to the person:

Thu Mar 26, 2009, 6:11 PM
who deciphers the following code.

C C D C F Eb, C C D G F, C C C8 Ab F Eb D, Bb Bb Ab F G F.




pah.

Mon Mar 23, 2009, 3:00 PM
i want the world
to stop.

i want to wait a moment: i want
to stop feeling like i'm driving at
thirty miles an hour in a sixty zone.
i want to stop. to pause. to breathe.

i stayed awake all night, curled
under the skylight in the attic. but
the colour of the sky before dawn
and the trail the moon left behind
when i squinted with watering eyes
didn't hold what i wanted.

this is something that can't be solved
by chocolate, a kiss on the forehead
and a promise. i can't drown myself
in music, because the music doesn't
come any more. i've lost something
even more intangible than melody;
something that lingers long after song.


it would help if i knew
what i was looking for.




my birthday and latin and summer and pimpage.

Journal Entry: Mon Mar 2, 2009, 2:52 PM




Erk.

My brother's birthday passed by, and I've finally got used to having three teenagers in the house. Now, the next birthday is mine. o.O I'm not looking forwards to it at all - I was wondering, is this a common feeling? I really, really, really hate birthdays and was wondering if anyone felt the same way. I mean, it's a bit of a pointless thing to celebrate. There are plenty of things I do that I feel are more worthy of celebration, rather than, "woo, Rachel got through another year without falling off the mortal coil."  



In other news, I've found a really, really cool summer-school that I really, really want to go to. It's 10 days of Latin studies, with lectures on literature and language and grammar sessions...it sounds absolutely amazing. Unfortunately, it costs £450, which is pretty expensive, so I'll have to start saving, as I doubt my parents will be able to pay for all of it. >.< But seriously. It would be soooo cool.



Pimpage


If you have something you want here, just note me and I'll be happy to feature it. -grin-



If you feel like making my day, go here and vote for "Artist of Tomorrow", which is the charity that One Million Pages is a branch of, and help us win a ridiculous sum of money. I'd be forever grateful, and you could expect gushing "omg you're amazing"s and such. :heart:






Stuff To Do


  • make notes on halogenoalkanes
  • enter vgaer's contest here
  • enter writers-slam this week.
  • bully as many people as possible into also entering writers-slam.
  • finish the journal setup for onemillionpages









Featured


This blew me away. I'm still not really capable of saying much more about it than that, so seriously, go have a look. It'll make your day - or, at the very least, make you realise how easy it is to slip into a routine and a mindset that you just can't get out of. captivating writing.


The DriveSitting here in this pointless office, I wander in my mind to different places, different times, different worlds. Somehow it feels like the world is trying to erase my ambition, creativity and ability to touch other people. I don’t know what to do with myself anymore, it is frustrating to not think that you are a machine, typing and pressing gray buttons to the rhythm of the ticking clock.
Some low whispered empty conversations, annoying mechanical phone rings, the night is falling down so fast you can’t even see it coming. The windows are so dark you cannot feel the real difference between day and night, it’s all the same here, all the same.
A girl approaches me, bends a little on my desk, smiling. She says she’s from Human Resources, wants to interview me about the workers conditions. I nod as I log off my user and detach off the keyboard. She leads me into a small room, round table, two chairs and a little laptop sitting quietly, humming to itself.
She asks me a


the Drive, by leoraigarath








My mother, and a plea

Journal Entry: Mon Feb 16, 2009, 6:55 PM




Realisation Hits

This February 20th, my baby brother will turn 13.

This is weird for a number of reasons: firstly, because the last time I checked, he was about four. Secondly, because that means he might actually grow up at some point. And finally, because it means there will now be three teenagers in the house - my brother, my sister, and I. Soon, after I turn 17, we'll be 13, 15 and 17. This appeals to to me on the whole "ooh equally spaced children" front, but on the actual surviving front? Good lord. It's going to be a madhouse. I have roughly 18 months left before I leave for uni, and I'm sure they'll be filled with teenage drama. To be honest, I'm not that worried for my sanity - I went to a selective all-girl's school, after all - but my mother? Poor soul.



On another matter entirely: Valentine's day. I was planning on letting it pass me by pretty quietly, so it was a nice suprise when good old Wawrzyniec (he's Polish) from work came up to me, and in his shy, broken English, said, "Raquel. For yew, ay heff rose." Roughly translated, this means "Rachel, I have a rose for you". And he handed me a single red rose - a real one, too! What a sweetheart. Unfortunately, he's married. Well. Not "unfortunately" as such, but...oh, never mind. As well as a very unwelcome valentine, I also received a message of sweetness that totally made my day from a really close friend of mine. I'll share it with you, because it made me really, really happy. :)



"Rachel, you never cease to amaze me for a number of reasons. Today, it's your enthusiasm for anything and everything, and your willingness to have a good go at anything that's uncermoniously shoved in front of your nose. (And don't obsess over said appendage, you don't need rhinoplasty. You are not a rhino, and I don't care how much you say you feel like one when you have PMT.) I don't know anyone else who would send me weekly letters without expecting, nor wanting replies. I dread to think how many stamps you've wasted on me - and I know you'll protest that it's not a waste, but you know what I mean. Anyway. The point of this is that I miss you, and I know you miss me too - but I'll be back soon. (I'm pretty sure I stole that from a country song, and that if I google it, I will be ashamed. So please don't.)"






A Plea of Sorts


One Million Pages is looking for a helping hand! Or rather, two helping hands, as they need to be able to type. Is anyone out there interested in co-managing the onemillionpages account? If you're not sure what I'm even on about, you can look at the website here, Duties would include putting together a monthly news article, making the literature community aware of the project, and perhaps running some contests. If you're possibly interested in giving me a mahusive hand - let me know! If you're potentially interested but feel a little overwhelmed - don't worry. The actual job description and logistics are extremely flexible right now - all I need are enthusiastic people! Just note me - I won't bite, I promise!



Also on that subject - if you could go here and vote for "Artist of Tomorrow", which is the charity that One Million Pages is a branch of - well, I'd be forever grateful, and you could expect gushing "omg you're amazing"s and such. :heart:






Stuff To Do


  • finish ovid.done!
  • finish that fooking latin translation.done!
  • write biology essay.
  • learn how to do titration calculations.
  • start relearning latin vocab.
  • get my references!
  • go swimming.
  • not fall over again.









Featured


I find myself coming back to this time and time again, drinking in the imagery and reminding myself of Christmas. lines like "The box is empty but, love, lift it" get me through equally empty days, and the conclusion to this poem is as heartbreaking as it is understated.


Your Mother's HeartbeatWistfully taunting, it echoes your pulse—like so,
tinnitus stretches walls solid as drums, and you
bury your laughter with lilies on frost-bit toes.
Drawing her likeness on old mugs does naught in lieu
of glass jars holding it pressed on your blue cheek and
would that these ribbons and paper could hold it too.
So I am hanging her scarves like a Neverland
circling the tree, faint with eggnog and cinnamon,
hoping warm carols remember her clapping hands.
Scattering sugar on counters, I tap the thump-
thump
of her twinkling eyes, and inside it is
snowing, bright white like her hair in a make-shift bun.
The box is empty but, love, lift it, hugging this
warmth to your heart like a conch pulls her ocean near,
beating in rhythm with every smile. Do not miss
Her voice against your closed eyelids stealing your tears—
Holiday memories always weather the years.


Your Mother's Heartbeat, by poshlost








February - #2

Journal Entry: Mon Feb 9, 2009, 5:15 PM




So, it's still February.

It's going quite slowly, actually. I had all of last week off due to snow - in February?! Madness. - so I've not got much done. Which is a bit naughty. However, I have nearly finished translating my 235 lines of Ovid, so I'm preeeetty psyched about that. That's pretty much a whole term's worth of work, all proudly written down in my little Ovid book - I'm going to photograph it and post it up so you can see the pain I've put myself through. I mean, honestly. Latin.



I'm also pretty pleased, because my application to work in a hospital has been approved. Which is excellent, seeing as I need so much work experience, it's not even funny. I managed to get it at my local hospital, too, so I can just walk there whenever. Happy Rachel indeed!



Stuff To Do


  • finish ovid.
  • finish that fooking latin translation.
  • write biology essay.
  • learn how to do titration calculations.
  • start relearning latin vocab.
  • get my references!
  • go swimming.
  • not fall over again.








One Million Pages and other projects.


You may have noticed in the spiffy little sidebar to the left that there's a link to a website called One Million Pages. This is a really exciting project that was founded by poshlost, where the aim is to build a community of readers and ultimately, improve literacy worldwide. Between all the readers, we want to read one million pages in a year - which is very, very achievable. The project officially launches today so if you want to get involved, start counting those pages! The website is here. If you go to the contact page, you'll see that I'm Project Manager - a great responsibility but something I'm looking forwards to, and I'd love if you deviants could get involved. :) Talking of that, we're looking for anyone who'd be willing to either get involved in their real-life community, or help out with the campaign on deviantART, so if you think you could be good at that, drop me a note. :)



My English club at school is going well. Unfortunately, I haven't been at school much due to illness and whatnot so responsibility has been transferred over to one of the English staff until I can take over again, but I'd like to thank you for all your suggestions. :) They were incredibly useful, and I've written them all down, and already included some of them in some 'lesson' plans.






Featured


This here is an awesome piece of poetic's that I really enjoyed - hopefully, you will too. Exactly what it's describing, I'm unsure, but it's beautiful in the way that it's muted, and dejected.


of birds and raindocument 1.
may 17th.
"if this is how it starts
how hard is the rest going to be?"
may 18th passes.  so does june 22nd.
in the time between and
after, I am left only with my birds
and the rain
and it rains all the time.
august 7th.  I can no longer hear
the geiger-counter clicking of the gutters
over the echoes of crows and
car horns, though the mud that
devours my shoelaces each morning
tells me the storm still hits while
I'm asleep.
november 24th and even the pigeons
have gone.  buildings boarded up,
graffiti
all over my car.
nothing shiny left for them
to shit on.
january 6th now--
eight months and several
thousand
broken metaphors later,
the words still flutter cold in
my hands, my fingers
pressing snow angels
into the wings nestled in my
palms.  I caught them
staring at me
with the same wrinkled face the moon wears
at six-thirty in the morning, knowing
that the sun
is coming.


of birds and rain, by poetic








February - #1

Journal Entry: Sun Feb 1, 2009, 8:06 AM




So, it's February.

February's never been one of my favourite months - it seems like it's barely started before it's all finished, and I've always felt slightly cheated by it. Nevertheless, it's here again, so I feel like I should probably at least acknowledge it. And what better way than with a spiffy new journal css?



I'm really glad January's over - I've now finished all my exams until June, so I'm pretty psyched about that. Unfortunately, I was ill over the exam period, which means I'll probably have to retake the exams. Bit of a bugger, really, but oh well, eh? The bright side is that I've had a lot of time to read - the last few days, I finished City of Saints and Madmen by Jeff Vandermeer, and I'm halfway through The Tao of Pooh and the Te of Piglet by Benjamin Hoff. The latter is a really good read - has anyone else read it? It's had me giggling all the way through, and yet still learning about Taoism. I got it for Christmas and I couldn't believe I'd not read it yet.



Quite a bit's changed since I last posted a journal. Firstly, vgaer donated a sub to me - what an absolute sweetheart. Secondly, I got a DD [cue: ohmygawsh] which was pretty dang cool. Thanks to everyone who commented and favourited I Am Not The Bard, it's really appreciated. :) I responded to every comment personally, but I just couldn't get round to all the favourites, so for that I'm really sorry. >.< However, not to sound all Miss World or anything, but I really learnt that sonnets are something that a lot of people find tricky - I'm currently working on a tutorial that will hopefully help. In the meantime, there's a workshop on sonnets over at Writers-Workshop, hosted by the wonderful fense, and every entry will be critiqued by at least fense, and usually loads of other entrants critique each other's work too. Definite oppurtunity there!



Haiku Writing Month


Basically, I'm going to give it a bash. Here's my list of prompts that I'm using, if you're ever stuck for inspiration - I know I wouldn't be able to write a haiku a day just from my brain without outside stimulus...if you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about, have a look at this news article.. For my prompt list, I created random words using the random word generator. I'm going to try and write a haiku about what each of these completely made-up words means for me. Or at least what I think they mean.  




  • 1st - paraggley
  • 2nd - litterations
  • 3rd - oves
  • 4th - fontly
  • 5th - monsive
  • 6th - compling
  • 7th - profoakly
  • 8th - pleaming
  • 9th - dillopolism
  • 10th - scountly
  • 11th - lomberate
  • 12th - splaticasing
  • 13th - westall
  • 14th - forela
  • 15th - enlity
  • 16th - multon
  • 17th - dictor
  • 18th - dewdy
  • 19th - bakle
  • 20th - guarize
  • 21th - brazal
  • 22nd - surtion
  • 23rd - nually
  • 24th - trive
  • 25th - pulstic
  • 26th - mercive
  • 27th - houghs
  • 28th - beamping




One Million Pages and other projects.


You may have noticed in the spiffy little sidebar to the left that there's a link to a website called One Million Pages. This is a really exciting project that was founded by poshlost, where the aim is to build a community of readers and ultimately, improve literacy worldwide. Between all the readers, we want to read one million pages in a year - which is very, very achievable. The project officially launches today so if you want to get involved, start counting those pages! The website is here. If you go to the contact page, you'll see that I'm Project Manager - a great responsibility but something I'm looking forwards to, and I'd love if you deviants could get involved. :) Talking of that, we're looking for anyone who'd be willing to either get involved in their real-life community, or help out with the campaign on deviantART, so if you think you could be good at that, drop me a note. :)



My English club at school is going well. Unfortunately, I haven't been at school much due to illness and whatnot so responsibility has been transferred over to one of the English staff until I can take over again, but I'd like to thank you for all your suggestions. :) They were incredibly useful, and I've written them all down, and already included some of them in some 'lesson' plans.






Featured


This here is an awesome piece of poetic's that I really enjoyed - hopefully, you will too. Exactly what it's describing, I'm unsure, but it's beautiful in the way that it's muted, and dejected.


of birds and raindocument 1.
may 17th.
"if this is how it starts
how hard is the rest going to be?"
may 18th passes.  so does june 22nd.
in the time between and
after, I am left only with my birds
and the rain
and it rains all the time.
august 7th.  I can no longer hear
the geiger-counter clicking of the gutters
over the echoes of crows and
car horns, though the mud that
devours my shoelaces each morning
tells me the storm still hits while
I'm asleep.
november 24th and even the pigeons
have gone.  buildings boarded up,
graffiti
all over my car.
nothing shiny left for them
to shit on.
january 6th now--
eight months and several
thousand
broken metaphors later,
the words still flutter cold in
my hands, my fingers
pressing snow angels
into the wings nestled in my
palms.  I caught them
staring at me
with the same wrinkled face the moon wears
at six-thirty in the morning, knowing
that the sun
is coming.


of birds and rain, by poetic








Basically, I've been put in charge of both the G&T (Gifted and Talented) English club, and the English club for students who are finding it really, really difficult. It's been decided in school to merge both of them to make a generic "Creative Writing Club".

And as the person with most time on their hands / the person most willing to help out / the person most unlikely to say no, I've been put in charge.

This is an extra-curricular thing that'll be happening for about an hour and a half after school once a week. Sounds great, huh?

Problem is, I need to structure these sessions so that both groups get the most out of their sessions and really improve.

And I am completely clueless. I'm not sure how to teach a class where one end of the spectrum are learning how to use full stops and the others are learning sonnets. I mean...what a difference.
:/

I really want to make this engaging and fun, because if the G&T kids aren't being engaged, they'll probably slip up and lose enthusiasm - and often, English is all these kids excel at, so they need to be kept going. And if the lower-ability kids aren't engaged, they'll really, really struggle. I mean. They already are.


So basically, if any of you are teachers / parents / students / writers (I reckon this covers just about everyone) I would appreciate it mahusively if you could give me some ideas. xD I mean...what would you do? What do you find engaging?

:heart: to everyone. :)
A Journal In Threes

Here's a break from my normal journals, to give something back for once. I've recently got involved with #litlove, and have met several uh-mazing new people, so here they are, all jumbled up with other people / deviations you really should check out.

Plus, there's stuff in it for you: if you give a critique on any two items in this journal, I will make you a little graphic proclaiming how awesome you are, and also critique any piece in your gallery.



Three Pieces to Salivate Over
Three pieces that have made my jaw literally drop this week. Properly drop on to the floor and start picking up lint and things - it's really very unhealthy, but these pieces are completely worth it.


[tetemeko] [Language of Spring Cleaning]
tetemeko.deviantart.com/art/La…
Quote: "I wanted to sweep away the disappointment on her tongue."

I thought this was absolutely uh-mazing. If you like metaphors, word-plays and the soft sibilance of an envelope of words rising out and enfolding you, then this deviation is for you. It's short, but sweet: and leaves you thinking for the rest of the day about where words go when you've forgotten about them - I've always thought they behaved rather like odd socks, but tetemeko puts a whole new spin on it.


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[vgaer] [this is real]
vgaer.deviantart.com/art/this-…

Quote: "terrified of unconsciousness
i stay awake."

Something we can all sympathise with: a lack of sleep. As I type this, I haven't slept in 48 hours, and I'm geting dangerously dependent on coffee. However nasty that is, this deviation is beautiful in both structure and content: check it out. =D There's some beautiful alliteration and imagery in there.


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[Athazagoraphobias] [Well-worn Wings]twilightlavender.deviantart.co…

Quote: "Breaking ties from what was sworn
Our fledglings fall, their souls reborn."

This poem is absolutely gorgeous, and a rare breed of poem, where the structure is very fixed and there's a definite rhyme scheme, but the poem scans well and doesn't seem forced. What an achievement. :D Plus all the absolutely gorgeous imagery and the feelings of euphoria evoked...what a deviation. :D


Three Pieces to Critique
These aren't pieces that are rubbish - far from it! These are just bits and bobs that have been brought to my attention over the last few days, and I'm sure the artists would be very grateful if you offered a few words of advice, or shared your opinion, or pointed out what was really good in their poem and offered some encouragement. Although I've already critiqued these poems, unfortunately, I am not always right and what I think could be improved could be your definition of perfect poetry! So go on. Challenge me. :P


[darkestpoetrylover] [Untitled]darkestpoetrylover.deviantart.…

Quote: "Vanilla lingering
Revered and admired
Her taste upon my tongue."

This is darkestpoetrylover's first stab at poetry, and it's a wonderful attempt! With a bit of editing and rescanning and rephrasing, this could be a gorgeous piece of poetry, it just needs a little guidance. :)
I haven't critiqued it yet but it's on my list, but if anyone wants to beat me to it and do one before I do, they are very welcome. xD


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[ruffienne] [empty space]
ruffienne.deviantart.com/art/e…

Quote: "you’re a diamond, and
you’ve been squeezed from the earth
and you don’t know what electrons are."

It was hard picking out a phrase to quote for this one, because I equally love the phrase "what else is there? The tungsten. The dark." Spooky. If you're into poetry that makes you think, or metaphors that connect seemingly complex ideas in the most simple of ways, have a look at this deviation. It's definitely a good read! At the same time though, it could be improved so keep an eye out. :)


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Three People to Love


PoetryOD - This talented deviant is someone I've just come across, but her involvement in the community has left me flabbergasted. mistress of #litlove, this lady works tirelessly for the community, and the amount of love she gets is in no way equal to the amount of effort she puts in. So go show her some love. :)

GaioumonBatou - not only does this deviant have a wonderfully varied gallery, full of musings and beatifully articulated poetry, they're also a very active member of the community, and supports the gallery directors a ridiculous amounts. So go drop a note or a comment. Or else. :P

ARIrish2 - (suggested and written by ObliqueWordsmith) "fm-vorassi, besides being deliciously creative, is also quietly supportive and helpful, whilst never yurping into your face. He guides critiques with a deft hand and an eye for encouragement, skill and authorial intent. He's exceedingly valued."


Three Clubs / Contests to Support

Writers-Slam - One of the most interesting projects I've seen, and the most original. Something that I'm planning on getting involved with soon, so why don't you? :D

the art of conversation contest: vgaer is hosting a pretty cool competition, and I'll admit I'm biased towards this one because I'm providing prizes for it. It's just clicked that that means I can't enter, which means that I have to somehow coerce other people into doing it...at least go check it out. :P

DailyDeviants - A lovely project featuring unknown artists from all corners of deviantART. If you're not already watching them, watch them, because there are some real gems there.
But we're vegetarians in our family so the only bird getting fat is me. No jokes, our family has these champagne truffle things and by the end of Christmas I'm going to have to roll to school.

Anyway, this is a journal of goodwill and goodwishes and goodtidings and generaly good things, so I shall abate on the champagne-truffle-moans and attempt to write something more cheerful.

For those of you who don't know, I've dropped out of my beloved home county highly-pressured-single-sex-single-minded-bitchiness-grammar-school and am now very happily studying two a-levels at the local co-ed comprehensive, and studying three a-levels outside of school.

Let me tell you. It's insane.

For starters, the three a-levels I'm learning out of school are English Lit (not too tricky), Music (piss-easy considering my parents are music teachers) and...Latin.

Yeah. Shite.

But it'll all be fine. Fine fine fine. It's only two years, anyway...and it's even less now. More like a year and a half.
Keep your fingers (toes, eyes, legs, arms, genitalia) crossed for me, because goodness knows I'll need it.

The reason for all of this craziness is that I went on a Medlink course (four crazy days of lectures by medicial students / professionals at Nottingham University) and was so inspired that I've definitely decided to be a doctor now. Wahoo. So I dropped out of where I was getting pretty rubbish science teaching and now, according to my report, I am "thriving". Excellent.

I also, rather worryingly, got my hair cut yesterday...and I now have the fringe to end all fringes.
No jokes.


But enough about me. How are youuu? What are your plans for Christmas? Go on, entertain me...I need a lot of persuasion to like this season. I still haven't bought any presents yet. Or cards. (MAJOR SHIT SHIT SHIT PANIC MOMENT.)

Raaaachel.
Who'd have thunk it?
Well, here you go. As promised. The first installment of Rachel's Must-Reads....in no particular order.
Go go go! :D And if you have a suggestion (or want your own work up here) just note me. :)


Linguistics - bexica.deviantart.com/art/Ling…
~Bexica
For something so short, this poem is actually amazing. In a few words, it creates such a strong, sensual image, that I was literally blown away. I love the last two words.

Une Triste Requiem - yuko-aldarion.deviantart.com/a…
~Yuko-Aldarion
Now, I don't speak a word of Spanish, but that doesn't stop me from adoring this poem. Seriously, just read it out loud to yourself and listen to the sounds of the consonants falling over each other, and the barely disguised vehemence in all the "s" and "t" sounds...then have a look at the actual words and try to pick out phrases of what's going on. And then maybe try for a proper translation. Because seriously, this poem is worth it.

what might be missing - ddddisaster.deviantart.com/art…
~ddddisaster
Yeah. You need to read this. It's surreal, it's weird, and it's gruesome, but it's absolutely fantastic, and you'll never look at your loved one the same way again. The concept is brilliant, and the realization is (somehow) even better. Don't miss out on this one.

Fall and Rise - vanyelfirestorm.deviantart.com…
~Vanyelfirestorm
In this, ~Vanyelfirestorm has stuck to a ridiculously rigid structure, but has still managed to create a poem that sticks in your mind long after you read it.
"weeping windows drip with flame
o'er reckless revolutions game"
The beautiful word choice, and highly visual style that's employed here makes this poetry unmissable.

Charm City Charms - eldestmuse.deviantart.com/art/…
=eldestmuse
Whoever said that fantasy was a dead genre was horribly, horribly wrong. I dare you to read this, and all of it too - not just the first chapter. As of writing, there were eight. What are you waiting for? Immerse yourself in the wonderful characterisation, the sumptious descriptions, and the engaging plotline. Go go go!
And I should really be doing work.
For the third time in as many days, I've found myself in front of a laptop getting steadily drunker, alternatively doing coursework and playing on Caesar 3,  which is fast becoming a habit of mine. It's deliciously addictive, especially for a Latin Person like me...

Unfortunately, I find myself in a state of great distress. See, I have lost my diary.
Now, this might not seem like much - but trust me. It is. This diary literally controls my life. It has every rehearsal, concert and coursework deadline that I could possibly know written in it, as well as social engagements, alterior committments, and possible day-trips for seminars and the like. And not only that.
In the back, there's my Christmas and Birthday Present List - namely, a list of everybody I know and what I'm buying them this Christmas. It also has the contact details of pretty much everybody I know in there - addresses, phone numbers, surnames...And not only that.
It also contains my dream diary, and some very cherished pages with scribbled notes for poetry and stuffs. It has my revision schedule for the next six months in it, as well as lists of things that I need to discuss with teachers. Folded into the diary was a score of a piano accompaniment that I have to learn by this Tuesday. Embarassingly, it also has, scribbled in red above certain pages per month certain instructions pertaining the the hormonal cycle...
But most importantly, it's my journal.

In that little blue book from Woolworths are my innermost thoughts, impressions and ponderings on my teenage days, people I meet, people I know too well, and people that I want to get to know better. On the one hand, it would be good if somebody I knew found it. On the other hand, I couldn't guarantee that I hadn't been bitchy / unexpectedly nice about them at some point, and they might read my bitchy / unexpectedly nice comment about them. And then I would be embarassed.

Luckily, I've narrowed it down to a few places. I had it Wednesday and pretty much all day Thursday, so it is either:
1. In the Drama Studio at school, as Drama was my last lesson.
2. In the Music Tech room at RGS. (If it is, I might actually die of embarassment.)
3. At Music Center. (See above.)
4. Somebody has stolen it. (See above above.)

I'm slightly panicked.
And wondering what classes I have tomorrow, as I don't have my timetable. That was in my diary too. >.<

Basically, my carefully organised study-life is already running amok, and I need to get it back on track if I want to keep up my grades.

In other words...

I NEED TO FIND MY DIARY.
  • Listening to: Some Operatic Crap
  • Reading: Tsubasa. ;-)
  • Watching: Very little.
  • Playing: Caesar 3!
  • Eating: Roast carrots dipped in custard. Mmm.
  • Drinking: Red wine. Aren't I naughty.
...Are like bloody buses.

I kid ye not.
This amused me today, and nothing else interesting is going on in my life. So here's a poem I read.


"Bloody men are like bloody buses -
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours and the days."

- Wendy Cope



When something interesting happens...Well. You'll be the first to know.

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  • Listening to: Five for Fighting
  • Reading: My Drama Coursework
  • Watching: My Drama Coursework on the screen
  • Playing: The cello. Too much.
  • Eating: My Drama Coursework. Wait.
  • Drinking: Excessive amounts to wash down the drugs...