Reading about Mero
Watford: North Stand
At Night the Dead come down to the river
Filling in the Diary
A very small bird, but still a bird
Perishable
What we need most we cannot learn
Gold Cloth
How to we hold on to our soul?
Flags
Now that you're here, when are you leaving?
A Tenth Anniversary
The Sun Breaks Through
BALL
Good Morning, Mrs Tavistock
The red dog roams the hospital corridors
You could come over on Sunday?
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Thursday, September 08, 2011
Thurs/Fri Midnight Prompts
Everyone knows, of course they do
A little bit of change
Taliban 1 Our Lot 0
At the end of the day, all things being equal
RUNNING
I go back to the garden, the dark garden
Looks like you took a wrong turn
You asked for a man. You got me.
My mother could not look at me
We have grown accustomed. This is how we are.
From my navel, heading south
GUIDE BOOK
Darkness slides in, the bar lights flicker
BREN
Not far from here, in an old, crusty apartment
The true function of love
Green beans, carrots, nuts and bolts
RIFLE
You forgot how to love me, but not the other stuff
A little bit of change
Taliban 1 Our Lot 0
At the end of the day, all things being equal
RUNNING
I go back to the garden, the dark garden
Looks like you took a wrong turn
You asked for a man. You got me.
My mother could not look at me
We have grown accustomed. This is how we are.
From my navel, heading south
GUIDE BOOK
Darkness slides in, the bar lights flicker
BREN
Not far from here, in an old, crusty apartment
The true function of love
Green beans, carrots, nuts and bolts
RIFLE
You forgot how to love me, but not the other stuff
Prompts 0700 Thursday 8th
Mission to Zimbabwe
Archbishop's daunting trip is worthwhile
No longer cuckoo
The party is united behind me
The Mistress
Fingers on Buzzers
Spectacles, Testicles, Wallet & Watch
Why Teacher loves Thomas
Miguel Who Cuts Down Trees
Four children, fifteen years older
Risen
90% Downloaded
The charms of the female patient
Slide to Unlock
20 Possible fathers
What's between the covers, stays between the covers
The consolations of philosophy
Bring!
Lindsey for Dinner tonight
Archbishop's daunting trip is worthwhile
No longer cuckoo
The party is united behind me
The Mistress
Fingers on Buzzers
Spectacles, Testicles, Wallet & Watch
Why Teacher loves Thomas
Miguel Who Cuts Down Trees
Four children, fifteen years older
Risen
90% Downloaded
The charms of the female patient
Slide to Unlock
20 Possible fathers
What's between the covers, stays between the covers
The consolations of philosophy
Bring!
Lindsey for Dinner tonight
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Try it!
The number of participants grows.
Feel free to come to Boot Camp Keegan and join us for the rest of September's Flash Blast.
It's free. It's fun. It will expand your writing horizons
Feel free to come to Boot Camp Keegan and join us for the rest of September's Flash Blast.
It's free. It's fun. It will expand your writing horizons
Tuesday 6th 1100
The Good Hostage Handbook
Angels and the Theory of Knowledge
The Art of Being Good
In Various Scenes Unobserved
The small rocks at the base of mountains
BUSH
There is a little thrill in killing
IVY
She sucked his life from him
ACORN
The spade rusts
On the banks of the Twyi
Come, child, see the sun as it moves to sleep
TREE
Your arrival, and I must leave
Allegedly, it's logic
PING!
We try but the rhythm is disturbed, the floor ripped open
The occasional Chinese
I stink, therefore I am.
Marmalade
Translating it back to Welsh
Betty, hush a while, for I have in me a...
Angels and the Theory of Knowledge
The Art of Being Good
In Various Scenes Unobserved
The small rocks at the base of mountains
BUSH
There is a little thrill in killing
IVY
She sucked his life from him
ACORN
The spade rusts
On the banks of the Twyi
Come, child, see the sun as it moves to sleep
TREE
Your arrival, and I must leave
Allegedly, it's logic
PING!
We try but the rhythm is disturbed, the floor ripped open
The occasional Chinese
I stink, therefore I am.
Marmalade
Translating it back to Welsh
Betty, hush a while, for I have in me a...
Tuesday 6th 0710
And so here I am, trying not to listen too hard
A Bad Back
Meet me at Baker Street
up Three Pounds
Reading Jean Paul Sartre
THIMBLE
In my chains, tonight I am singing
LAME
Between the Philosopher and a Hard Place
JESUS
A Cold Wind comes through
Hopscotch
He said, smiling, "Bleed on to the page..."
Joining Birkbeck
Like a little boy playing marbles
A Really Good Idea!
At a quarter-to-ten, they sat down to dinner
Influence
Murder: the Basics
The Smell of Baking Bread
My Beloved Jailer
When it is not what it will be, or should it be
A Bad Back
Meet me at Baker Street
up Three Pounds
Reading Jean Paul Sartre
THIMBLE
In my chains, tonight I am singing
LAME
Between the Philosopher and a Hard Place
JESUS
A Cold Wind comes through
Hopscotch
He said, smiling, "Bleed on to the page..."
Joining Birkbeck
Like a little boy playing marbles
A Really Good Idea!
At a quarter-to-ten, they sat down to dinner
Influence
Murder: the Basics
The Smell of Baking Bread
My Beloved Jailer
When it is not what it will be, or should it be
Monday, September 05, 2011
Prompts Monday 5th 10:40
I am deceiving you
I stood like a God
It is hard to pretend the women are not there
A crocodile, waiting
Come in, friend
Finally, I can feel it. It is turning
BEANS
We know nothing of days like those, nothing
They are my mothers
Her belly long and flat
CHECK
What is it, this beauty?
Look at the sky!
The heifer nuzzling the fence
and even if I could I would not
Wheeling and wheeling above the carrion
I stood like a God
It is hard to pretend the women are not there
A crocodile, waiting
Come in, friend
Finally, I can feel it. It is turning
BEANS
We know nothing of days like those, nothing
They are my mothers
Her belly long and flat
CHECK
What is it, this beauty?
Look at the sky!
The heifer nuzzling the fence
and even if I could I would not
Wheeling and wheeling above the carrion
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Sunday 4th Prompts
It's not how good you are
Logic: A Graphic Guide
Call from Australia
Death of a Nation
Titanium
That changed the world
Year Zero
Killing the Children of Iraq
Truth & Lies
It's how good you want to be
Chaucer's Pouch
A Sort of Theory of Knowledge
Being Good
Eight MILLION Abortions and Counting...
Cower
Crowded by Ghosts
GAS
Piping in the Valley
I have girdled the earth, I have felt the sun
Logic: A Graphic Guide
Call from Australia
Death of a Nation
Titanium
That changed the world
Year Zero
Killing the Children of Iraq
Truth & Lies
It's how good you want to be
Chaucer's Pouch
A Sort of Theory of Knowledge
Being Good
Eight MILLION Abortions and Counting...
Cower
Crowded by Ghosts
GAS
Piping in the Valley
I have girdled the earth, I have felt the sun
Friday, September 02, 2011
Friday Prompts
(There are more prompts at Boot Camp)
Bad Luck Bed & Breakfast
Marco Polo Jelly
I hear the men singing
and Tonic
Bertrand reckoned differently
This is your week
LOGIC
The Nation's favourite suicide
Cagoule in the wind
I have to be up at five
The weight of Academia
Oh father, my father, my father
The Ice-Cream Van
Bread Pudding
How my daps smelt then
Cheese
And so, bed?
Yes, I have a bus pass. So?
Her we go round the mulberry bush
It's all a matter of perspective
McGinty's Cottage
Bad Luck Bed & Breakfast
Marco Polo Jelly
I hear the men singing
and Tonic
Bertrand reckoned differently
This is your week
LOGIC
The Nation's favourite suicide
Cagoule in the wind
I have to be up at five
The weight of Academia
Oh father, my father, my father
The Ice-Cream Van
Bread Pudding
How my daps smelt then
Cheese
And so, bed?
Yes, I have a bus pass. So?
Her we go round the mulberry bush
It's all a matter of perspective
McGinty's Cottage
Thursday, September 01, 2011
September Blast Prompts 003
I stumbled down the stairs towards the singing
Raw Mango
It felt like the world was too large
The Generals
My suit does not fit, nor do I.
Not Losing
The broken window, light bleeding on the floor
PEA
Of white islands, cold, clear sea
I once was six, without troubles
CAMERA
Cattle trucks clanking slowly. Afternoon Heat
DRAIN
There was a fat man there, with a whistle and a hat
So easily doth love depart, so sudden.
Ten Green Bottles
An aeroplane, lights winking, red-green, red-green-red.
BLINK
All that morning, all that afternoon, barely breathing
Nettle
The black maid singing by the line
Potato
Watch Autumn, it does not come, it rises through
A face, and in her eyes, stars
They may not mean to but they do.
Raw Mango
It felt like the world was too large
The Generals
My suit does not fit, nor do I.
Not Losing
The broken window, light bleeding on the floor
PEA
Of white islands, cold, clear sea
I once was six, without troubles
CAMERA
Cattle trucks clanking slowly. Afternoon Heat
DRAIN
There was a fat man there, with a whistle and a hat
So easily doth love depart, so sudden.
Ten Green Bottles
An aeroplane, lights winking, red-green, red-green-red.
BLINK
All that morning, all that afternoon, barely breathing
Nettle
The black maid singing by the line
Potato
Watch Autumn, it does not come, it rises through
A face, and in her eyes, stars
They may not mean to but they do.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
September Blast Early Prompts II
I am out most of Thursday so here is a second set of prompts to cover.
01 Suggested Preparatory Reading
02 I like being outdoors.
03 The quiet life of the night-time computer
04 Shoulder to shoulder, the unemployed...
05 All Saints
06 They say you're proud but you are simply quiet
07 On the wind, is it?
08 Wonder Boys
09 The Book of Magic
10 A story beginning: "I am not lying, but I can't be sure."
11 Penicillin
12 The Art of the Generous exit
13 Sign Here
14 I think it's beetroot
15 Do you fear living?
16 She is writing something in the sand
17 Lundy
18 A Dead Professor, probably male
19 Or Chastity
20 Why I shop at the P O.
21 Cruising
22 Do not go gentle
23 Let me die a young man's death
24 Two Dozen Roses
01 Suggested Preparatory Reading
02 I like being outdoors.
03 The quiet life of the night-time computer
04 Shoulder to shoulder, the unemployed...
05 All Saints
06 They say you're proud but you are simply quiet
07 On the wind, is it?
08 Wonder Boys
09 The Book of Magic
10 A story beginning: "I am not lying, but I can't be sure."
11 Penicillin
12 The Art of the Generous exit
13 Sign Here
14 I think it's beetroot
15 Do you fear living?
16 She is writing something in the sand
17 Lundy
18 A Dead Professor, probably male
19 Or Chastity
20 Why I shop at the P O.
21 Cruising
22 Do not go gentle
23 Let me die a young man's death
24 Two Dozen Roses
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Sunday Practice Prompts II at 17:15
Begin again, summon the hearers
Every town is my home town
I shall walk through frost and fire
No, forgive me
If you did not exist
I am sick, I am sick
The chair is empty
It is late afternoon, the light is weak
The stink of fox
This is what we see, that is what you feel
Notes in Latin
Nothing is lost but much is missing
Like a hungry bear in bushes
Why cling?
Now he is free of the earth
Drag him into the sun and let him sleep
Looking at my father's face
Mother, how long have you been watching?
You may promise anything
As far as I know I am not dead.
The light upon the wheat
Who can remember Arram?
This is where I fell
Then a formal feeling comes
Every town is my home town
I shall walk through frost and fire
No, forgive me
If you did not exist
I am sick, I am sick
The chair is empty
It is late afternoon, the light is weak
The stink of fox
This is what we see, that is what you feel
Notes in Latin
Nothing is lost but much is missing
Like a hungry bear in bushes
Why cling?
Now he is free of the earth
Drag him into the sun and let him sleep
Looking at my father's face
Mother, how long have you been watching?
You may promise anything
As far as I know I am not dead.
The light upon the wheat
Who can remember Arram?
This is where I fell
Then a formal feeling comes
Practice Prompts Sunday 11:15
What has been gathered
A snowflake, a feather
Cut off the telephone
Sweep up the wood
No sun, no sea, no light rising
I do not quite recall the face, tho light still glows
Pause, but then get on
The earth will lightly cover them
My little man, my man, what gave me life
The greatest, inside the smallest
The streets are cold, the houses dark
After the shipwreck, the reef and pretty fishes
After snow, what a tree!
There were people who loved him, who hoped
Whatever intent the sky
Like a ship, some say, as it dips from sight
How was it? Before? After?
Into clay, and yet I hear breathing
Listen, you need to understand...
What it was was money, what it was was waste
A snowflake, a feather
Cut off the telephone
Sweep up the wood
No sun, no sea, no light rising
I do not quite recall the face, tho light still glows
Pause, but then get on
The earth will lightly cover them
My little man, my man, what gave me life
The greatest, inside the smallest
The streets are cold, the houses dark
After the shipwreck, the reef and pretty fishes
After snow, what a tree!
There were people who loved him, who hoped
Whatever intent the sky
Like a ship, some say, as it dips from sight
How was it? Before? After?
Into clay, and yet I hear breathing
Listen, you need to understand...
What it was was money, what it was was waste
Friday, August 26, 2011
Practice Prompts IV Friday 09:55
Sat in Snow
I have a feeling we are in the wrong place
Born, grew, died
Ding-Dong Bell
I want to be a cow, or possibly a shiny red bucket
BLING
Various restaurants, various waiters
Philosophy
Something is in the sky
MOUNTAIN
There are man words for this in Tibet
MUG
I'd like to take you (stop there)
NAIL
Consider this thing that has died
OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!!!!!
I have often walked down this street before
New Orleans
We cannot see beyond it. Is there a beyond?
On the toilet, late.
Love rises up in us.
It's a stain, like tea, or blood
I have a feeling we are in the wrong place
Born, grew, died
Ding-Dong Bell
I want to be a cow, or possibly a shiny red bucket
BLING
Various restaurants, various waiters
Philosophy
Something is in the sky
MOUNTAIN
There are man words for this in Tibet
MUG
I'd like to take you (stop there)
NAIL
Consider this thing that has died
OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!!!!!
I have often walked down this street before
New Orleans
We cannot see beyond it. Is there a beyond?
On the toilet, late.
Love rises up in us.
It's a stain, like tea, or blood
Thursday, August 25, 2011
18:20 Thursday
I am pebble
Just off the highway, not far from Santa Fe
I am writing this, thinking
Have you forgotten how it was?
I'd love a Mac
For all the bodies butchered
Stripes
They are drowning in mud
Accidental Jennifer
LUCIFER
Now it is evening, so I dress
CHINESE
Nothing will stop us, not parents, nothing
Eyes dumb with sadness
Turnbull's Problem
The smell of meat on the wind
TICK-TOCK
He is here, handsome, evil
BLUE
A snail on the window
Life steps back to look in awe at us
Just off the highway, not far from Santa Fe
I am writing this, thinking
Have you forgotten how it was?
I'd love a Mac
For all the bodies butchered
Stripes
They are drowning in mud
Accidental Jennifer
LUCIFER
Now it is evening, so I dress
CHINESE
Nothing will stop us, not parents, nothing
Eyes dumb with sadness
Turnbull's Problem
The smell of meat on the wind
TICK-TOCK
He is here, handsome, evil
BLUE
A snail on the window
Life steps back to look in awe at us
Thursday Morning Practice Blast Prompts II 08:23
When I woke up I was in a dark room
Do you like pie?
It may be fog, but it isn’t fog
AURA
I could do nothing except listen
FEST!
The Weight of the average child
Simple Simon
Some still protruded from his chest
PLUG
On the other hand, a maggot
LYNX
The evening slips into you as you slip into the evening
Black Butterfly, BLACK.
A dried out dog.
The world of lost poems
Not to have fire, to have only water
The decorators are here
My dark father, our dark fathers
Grim houses, dusty streets, the sound of waste
So this God, I mean…
Moon Fingers
The same skin is not the same skin
Some back-alley in Marseilles
Do you like pie?
It may be fog, but it isn’t fog
AURA
I could do nothing except listen
FEST!
The Weight of the average child
Simple Simon
Some still protruded from his chest
PLUG
On the other hand, a maggot
LYNX
The evening slips into you as you slip into the evening
Black Butterfly, BLACK.
A dried out dog.
The world of lost poems
Not to have fire, to have only water
The decorators are here
My dark father, our dark fathers
Grim houses, dusty streets, the sound of waste
So this God, I mean…
Moon Fingers
The same skin is not the same skin
Some back-alley in Marseilles
Friday, August 19, 2011
September is a Blast!!
Boot Camp opens up for a FLASH BLAST in September. Prompts twice a day, maybe some "3's" and all participants trying to write AT LEAST 20 pieces, but hopefully 30+ 1+ a day) for the month.
Contact me by email or FB-Mail if you're interested and please spread the word. These BLASTS are amazingly productive and produce some fine work
I will shortly be announcing a tie-up with an internet lit-mag which will publish a Best-Of"
Email me, FB-Mail me or go to the open part of Boot Camp
HERE
http://bootcampkeegan.yuku.com/forums/63/2011-Boot-Camp-PUBLIC-Visitors-Coffee-Shop-amp-Information#.Tk4zfTuaE98
and post a hello/confirm interest
Alex Keegan
Contact me by email or FB-Mail if you're interested and please spread the word. These BLASTS are amazingly productive and produce some fine work
I will shortly be announcing a tie-up with an internet lit-mag which will publish a Best-Of"
Email me, FB-Mail me or go to the open part of Boot Camp
HERE
http://bootcampkeegan.yuku.com/forums/63/2011-Boot-Camp-PUBLIC-Visitors-Coffee-Shop-amp-Information#.Tk4zfTuaE98
and post a hello/confirm interest
Alex Keegan
Sunday, July 10, 2011
July Prompts
We were talking about great things
Tiffany
Like old men shuffling towards the game
Smoke
The feathers in the pillow
Salad
Mind the Gap
SEA
I dream of colour magazines
Four men in overalls, Monday lunch
I had just poured a glass of wine
How the sun beats
What gets me know, is not what she said
TICKETS
A story beginning: "OH, she was beautiful, and in that dress..."
and so it ends
There's an argument that it's all a big mistake
Various knives
Jammed inside are men, and all in grey
Consider one more option
Tiffany
Like old men shuffling towards the game
Smoke
The feathers in the pillow
Salad
Mind the Gap
SEA
I dream of colour magazines
Four men in overalls, Monday lunch
I had just poured a glass of wine
How the sun beats
What gets me know, is not what she said
TICKETS
A story beginning: "OH, she was beautiful, and in that dress..."
and so it ends
There's an argument that it's all a big mistake
Various knives
Jammed inside are men, and all in grey
Consider one more option
Friday, July 01, 2011
July Blast Prompts 01
We drifted, waiting for help to arrive
A kind of rude health
On day, things will be different
There are places where the sea forgives and mountains move
and things will begin and have an end
First you have to catch the snake
The bodies of the young are larger
My father was wheelchair-bound, and looking back, he was always wheelchair bound
I suspect, but do not know, that I am lying
CROW
It is euphemistically called, "A Girl's Weekend."
I suspect I will miss things, dead
A lot of time in kitchens
Suddenly, sun. Eventually, rain.
EGG
It is a quite ordinary funeral. I could just say "funeral"
I am working my way through trees
BLANK
Love, or an approximation
And then they tell me the average, £29,672.
A kind of rude health
On day, things will be different
There are places where the sea forgives and mountains move
and things will begin and have an end
First you have to catch the snake
The bodies of the young are larger
My father was wheelchair-bound, and looking back, he was always wheelchair bound
I suspect, but do not know, that I am lying
CROW
It is euphemistically called, "A Girl's Weekend."
I suspect I will miss things, dead
A lot of time in kitchens
Suddenly, sun. Eventually, rain.
EGG
It is a quite ordinary funeral. I could just say "funeral"
I am working my way through trees
BLANK
Love, or an approximation
And then they tell me the average, £29,672.
Thursday, May 05, 2011
Boot Camp numbers are currently on the low side so we are offering a new deal
to allow interested writers to try the BC experience.
The first four weeks free (no grid) to NEWBIES.
Or (again NEWBIES only)
£100 up front for membership to the end of August (includes grid)
Please contact AK on alex.keegan
AT
btinternet.com
or go to BootCampKeegan on Yuku.com.
Please spread the word.
Alex
to allow interested writers to try the BC experience.
The first four weeks free (no grid) to NEWBIES.
Or (again NEWBIES only)
£100 up front for membership to the end of August (includes grid)
Please contact AK on alex.keegan
AT
btinternet.com
or go to BootCampKeegan on Yuku.com.
Please spread the word.
Alex
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