Of course you can forget. That's easy
UNDULATE
From the thousands I remember one
TRUNDLE
You suffer; you die; there are moments of relief
That means YOU
As the light rises, as the world becomes pink
OK OK OK
That night, for a while I was a dog
A small bullet-hole
I locked the door and went to bed
Squirrel
I put a cake on the coffin and waited
Sex, as I call it euphemistically
PIT
I climb most mountains one step at a time
Two Paracetamol, heavy on the antibiotics
She has cashed the cheque
You said you never saw me that way, and yet it happened
When the volcano under Basingstoke erupted
I have never learned Greek
No paint, no brushes, but I have a canvas
Friday, December 30, 2011
2012-12 Prompts
Four guys in orange jump-suits
Google "RVJ136"
Stepping on a nail
A story beginning, "I was supposed to be going to Reading"
Not exactly a fancy restaurant
PINK!
I believe this is called "a baby"
A kind of sandwich
Bubbles and bubbles and bubbles
PRIEST
A decent pair of boots, a piece of bread
Ace of Spades
I don't mind death but I like life better
Wild Thing
Lock the doors and seal the windows
BLOOP!
I would like to be a Silverback, but not a Panda
That first bowl
Whatever lifts us starts with the heart
I massage my wife
I dreamt last night of moving computers and swollen walls
It fits the equations
A bit of a shame the way the sky is closing in
Google "RVJ136"
Stepping on a nail
A story beginning, "I was supposed to be going to Reading"
Not exactly a fancy restaurant
PINK!
I believe this is called "a baby"
A kind of sandwich
Bubbles and bubbles and bubbles
PRIEST
A decent pair of boots, a piece of bread
Ace of Spades
I don't mind death but I like life better
Wild Thing
Lock the doors and seal the windows
BLOOP!
I would like to be a Silverback, but not a Panda
That first bowl
Whatever lifts us starts with the heart
I massage my wife
I dreamt last night of moving computers and swollen walls
It fits the equations
A bit of a shame the way the sky is closing in
Thursday, December 29, 2011
2012-011 Prompts
He leans upon the old gate
They sing the sweetest, dearest songs
It is difficult, and thus it fascinates me
I have met many at the closing of the day
A great bird soaring
Some ancient scribe or poet
The great wings beating, then shuddering, then still
I saw her standing there
One day a child will laugh at this
Rain at one in the morning, utter, disgusting, uncaring
A sunrise comes to mind, a waking day, optimism
Many a muddy pit was once a thoroughfare
She rises, undresses, showers.
And we weep like children weep for milk
Big and dark, and darker than that
We are living, living, living, and naked.
With a wicked Jack of Hearts, the Queen of Spades
That wars might end and we became old soldiers
They sing the sweetest, dearest songs
It is difficult, and thus it fascinates me
I have met many at the closing of the day
A great bird soaring
Some ancient scribe or poet
The great wings beating, then shuddering, then still
I saw her standing there
One day a child will laugh at this
Rain at one in the morning, utter, disgusting, uncaring
A sunrise comes to mind, a waking day, optimism
Many a muddy pit was once a thoroughfare
She rises, undresses, showers.
And we weep like children weep for milk
Big and dark, and darker than that
We are living, living, living, and naked.
With a wicked Jack of Hearts, the Queen of Spades
That wars might end and we became old soldiers
2012? The Agony and the Agony
My writing in the second half of 2011 just dried up.
Not absolutely, but I didn't do well except for the big novel (now 90,000 words of 150,000).
Part of that, reading old Social Services records, retyping stuff has been long-winded and "heavy" and not "flowing" or exciting. Throw in domestic difficulties and then a decision to study again (wake myself up) and the writing has suffered some.
Still running Boot Camp Keegan, a member asked for a January "Blast" to get us all hitting the 2012 ground running, so I've said yes, and we started at Xmas (a BCK Tradition) so that by January we are already into a decent jog.
I'm finding writing flashes again quite strange, writing longer shorts a distant memory, (my brain has stopped thinking in 2-5K chunks and I've become to good at the condensed piece) and until I've caught up academically, the idea of 1-2K per day on the novel is...
well it just is.
Even with money troubles, domestic troubles, a very uncertain future, and the ravages of age, I really should be managing 1K a day for at least 5 days a week. Otherwise, the simple truth is, I'm not a writer, it just happens I wrote some stuff a while ago.
Watch this space.
Not absolutely, but I didn't do well except for the big novel (now 90,000 words of 150,000).
Part of that, reading old Social Services records, retyping stuff has been long-winded and "heavy" and not "flowing" or exciting. Throw in domestic difficulties and then a decision to study again (wake myself up) and the writing has suffered some.
Still running Boot Camp Keegan, a member asked for a January "Blast" to get us all hitting the 2012 ground running, so I've said yes, and we started at Xmas (a BCK Tradition) so that by January we are already into a decent jog.
I'm finding writing flashes again quite strange, writing longer shorts a distant memory, (my brain has stopped thinking in 2-5K chunks and I've become to good at the condensed piece) and until I've caught up academically, the idea of 1-2K per day on the novel is...
well it just is.
Even with money troubles, domestic troubles, a very uncertain future, and the ravages of age, I really should be managing 1K a day for at least 5 days a week. Otherwise, the simple truth is, I'm not a writer, it just happens I wrote some stuff a while ago.
Watch this space.
What I'm Reading
Karl Popper: The Open Society and its Enemies
It makes a change to read Philosophy/Politics that is actually READABLE
Two Xmas presents to myself
Kasia Boddy The American Short Story Since 1950
Charles Baxter Burning Down the House: Essays on Fiction
and of course, I'm reading various philosophy books
It makes a change to read Philosophy/Politics that is actually READABLE
Two Xmas presents to myself
Kasia Boddy The American Short Story Since 1950
Charles Baxter Burning Down the House: Essays on Fiction
and of course, I'm reading various philosophy books
2012-010 Prompts 29 Dec
Inside, it is iron or empty?
I can give you nothing for I have nothing
Stones hitting the moon
The Event
As sad as Jesus
Pretend a while. let us talk of pretty things
Late on a late afternoon
We will not stop trying
Between the heard, the half-heard and the silence
Whatever this is, it is not family
Planet Jumper
A Camel in the garden
We drove back and forth to the hospital
The future is hours no matter how heavy
It brought us nearer, or so I thought
We are having a good time
They have dragged the kitchen sink, dug up the flower-pots, combed carpets.
I remember you like an old soft chair
It starts in a back room of an old grey pub
I can give you nothing for I have nothing
Stones hitting the moon
The Event
As sad as Jesus
Pretend a while. let us talk of pretty things
Late on a late afternoon
We will not stop trying
Between the heard, the half-heard and the silence
Whatever this is, it is not family
Planet Jumper
A Camel in the garden
We drove back and forth to the hospital
The future is hours no matter how heavy
It brought us nearer, or so I thought
We are having a good time
They have dragged the kitchen sink, dug up the flower-pots, combed carpets.
I remember you like an old soft chair
It starts in a back room of an old grey pub
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
2012-008 Prompts
I heard your heartbeat
TIN
Love, that bloody armistice
KEEP
Ever was, ever is and always will be
CAP
The sweet music of a small winnable war
BEANS
The death of a small domestic animal
LOOPS
When I first saw your spaceship
ON
Biscuit, tea-cup, saucer, tea
CARRY
Not the blood-sucking bat
With the bullet wrapped in paper
CALM
I will hire a red bi-plane and write it in the sky
Keep right on to the end of the lane
And the fragrance of your earth
It might interest you, it might not
They feed him on Rosemary, Tarragon, Mint
Let me never be my father
TIN
Love, that bloody armistice
KEEP
Ever was, ever is and always will be
CAP
The sweet music of a small winnable war
BEANS
The death of a small domestic animal
LOOPS
When I first saw your spaceship
ON
Biscuit, tea-cup, saucer, tea
CARRY
Not the blood-sucking bat
With the bullet wrapped in paper
CALM
I will hire a red bi-plane and write it in the sky
Keep right on to the end of the lane
And the fragrance of your earth
It might interest you, it might not
They feed him on Rosemary, Tarragon, Mint
Let me never be my father
Saturday, December 24, 2011
2012-005 Prompts
What is left to say?
Just a little party, a few friends. We won't even get drunk.
Some tunnel in Switzerland or something.
Seven Years later
Everything that could happen, will happen.
Tsunamis are not that uncommon
You weren't exactly ill but you weren't well
In the distance, a city
It was then a sparrow flew in, well a bird
Heal!
So I woke up, wired-in, tubed-up to this guy
Temerity!
Send me flowers, like I give a fuck.
Broccolli
Mr & Mrs Buck-Too and their son, James
Marzipan
Either the best sleep ever, or something else
Hemlock and Other Cures
No strange marks, I didn't even see fever, but
In some ways it could be brilliant
Life was not so funny then, or now
See this face? That's a map of where not to go.
This was a story, kind of, the ending is happy, kind-of.
Just a little party, a few friends. We won't even get drunk.
Some tunnel in Switzerland or something.
Seven Years later
Everything that could happen, will happen.
Tsunamis are not that uncommon
You weren't exactly ill but you weren't well
In the distance, a city
It was then a sparrow flew in, well a bird
Heal!
So I woke up, wired-in, tubed-up to this guy
Temerity!
Send me flowers, like I give a fuck.
Broccolli
Mr & Mrs Buck-Too and their son, James
Marzipan
Either the best sleep ever, or something else
Hemlock and Other Cures
No strange marks, I didn't even see fever, but
In some ways it could be brilliant
Life was not so funny then, or now
See this face? That's a map of where not to go.
This was a story, kind of, the ending is happy, kind-of.
Friday, December 23, 2011
2012-004 Prompts
Walking too far in the dark
Keep Calm and Carry On
LOGIC
The phone was off
Or I was out of range
Philosophy Bites
Knock, knock, knocking on Heaven's Door
In this age of absurdity
Jesus and Woody Allen
I guess I'm Star-Struck
No card from Southampton
Arguably, a Grand-Son Somewhere
Add a little, stir, add a little more
Now the frost is gone, now the birds are back, now
The Moral Animal
In Between
Driving through Wales
How the world looks from out there
Keep Calm and Carry On
LOGIC
The phone was off
Or I was out of range
Philosophy Bites
Knock, knock, knocking on Heaven's Door
In this age of absurdity
Jesus and Woody Allen
I guess I'm Star-Struck
No card from Southampton
Arguably, a Grand-Son Somewhere
Add a little, stir, add a little more
Now the frost is gone, now the birds are back, now
The Moral Animal
In Between
Driving through Wales
How the world looks from out there
Monday, December 19, 2011
2012-003 Prompts
Saying goodbye to someone you love
Olivetti
There is a tide in the affairs of man, and taken at the flood
Mama, I killed a man
The Philosophy of Knees
Four Atheists
It's a long and winding journey, and nothing there when you arrive
A VERY small camera
Lego, Transformers, a couple of DVDs
Farewell, Farewell
The Art of Drinking Hemlock
BLOOP!
Diamonds are Forever, but you're not
Not a terrible prospect
Olivetti
There is a tide in the affairs of man, and taken at the flood
Mama, I killed a man
The Philosophy of Knees
Four Atheists
It's a long and winding journey, and nothing there when you arrive
A VERY small camera
Lego, Transformers, a couple of DVDs
Farewell, Farewell
The Art of Drinking Hemlock
BLOOP!
Diamonds are Forever, but you're not
Not a terrible prospect
Sunday, December 18, 2011
2012-002 Prompts
Prompts 2012-002
Working in the Spring
Starstruck
Good quality markets
Things are really taking off.
Good Luck, Neil. Have a good Christmas.
A comment on the human condition
I have been on this beach before. I smell the old men's fires.
Super-8
More like, ummm, a doughy-white farmhouse
Interested?
Long Slow River, Heavy Sun.
MARBLE
Beneath the blanket something warm and beating
Like I always knew.
Cheesy Songs on the Radio.
Sherry
Why I like Lamb, why I like Mint-Sauce
Wondering about my Mother
DICE
Super-Trooper
Sunday, Cold, a Long Walk with the Boys
No Jumping!
Working in the Spring
Starstruck
Good quality markets
Things are really taking off.
Good Luck, Neil. Have a good Christmas.
A comment on the human condition
I have been on this beach before. I smell the old men's fires.
Super-8
More like, ummm, a doughy-white farmhouse
Interested?
Long Slow River, Heavy Sun.
MARBLE
Beneath the blanket something warm and beating
Like I always knew.
Cheesy Songs on the Radio.
Sherry
Why I like Lamb, why I like Mint-Sauce
Wondering about my Mother
DICE
Super-Trooper
Sunday, Cold, a Long Walk with the Boys
No Jumping!
2012-001 Prompts
Prompts
An interesting thought, a polite exchange
Listening to Match of the Day
PINK!
When the atheist died
Various Proofs, Not all of them Sound
Buying with 1-Click
It was probably the Red Bull
COOL!
Thinking, Fast & Slow
The smell of meat on the air, and something sharp
A Little More on What Matters
Why I have to go, and why I may come back
Ianto Smith and the Bucket
EGG
Hitch-Hiking Towards Heaven
Performance Data for Non-Functioning Servants
BLAST!
Mr Grimthorpe! Mr Grimthorpe!
An interesting thought, a polite exchange
Listening to Match of the Day
PINK!
When the atheist died
Various Proofs, Not all of them Sound
Buying with 1-Click
It was probably the Red Bull
COOL!
Thinking, Fast & Slow
The smell of meat on the air, and something sharp
A Little More on What Matters
Why I have to go, and why I may come back
Ianto Smith and the Bucket
EGG
Hitch-Hiking Towards Heaven
Performance Data for Non-Functioning Servants
BLAST!
Mr Grimthorpe! Mr Grimthorpe!
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