tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86617197082270429382011-09-28T17:16:43.831-07:00Online journal<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/16641302@N07/4034288868/" title="SeptOct2009 051 by canberrra, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/4034288868_ddd20defa7.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="SeptOct2009 051"></a>wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-80633530551946848912011-07-25T02:08:00.000-07:002011-07-25T02:15:43.879-07:00blank pagescontinuation of ...woke up thinking blank page, bit obvious, maybe I could write something about writing and blank pages ... and then I could scan it ... and put it on the blog ... scan worked ... but I couldn't work out how to put a pdf on here, just kept repeating something about a rejecting server ... so back to the phone ... and half an hour spent forcing the bluetooth thing to work .. next wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-88630860730116872472011-07-23T23:30:00.000-07:002011-07-23T23:56:58.240-07:00why writeWriting is failing me somehow. Not completely, because part of that energy is inviolate but everytime I sat down to write in the last months all that resulted was cliched and self-conscious posturing.
I'm not sure anymore why I want/need to write.
Word and thought slip from my grasp. Or is that they are held too tight? Words and phrases flatten beneath my touch and conscious mind, running wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-87919083326880565452011-07-12T21:41:00.000-07:002011-07-12T21:49:20.410-07:00Not writingI stopped writing in this blog. I stopped writing period. And then one morning before work I sat in my car parked in UC carpark and wrote something about not writing in an old exercise book. Which I then lost. I've found it again, along with the login details for this blog, which I also had lost. I look at the last blog entry and it is, according to my understanding of blog rules, waaaaaay too wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-67533709234291793812010-12-30T21:16:00.000-08:002010-12-30T22:05:46.660-08:0030/12/2010, TodaysPoem - re-rewriteOK. This doesn't work:
TodaysPoem - rewrite
Trying again to capture that day.
Found poetry
In the car on the way to work, gliding down Belconnen Way
in the rain and running late but
my old car hums and sways, and I smell the wet and warm and the rain
whistles and snickers beneath my wheels
like a battered metal fish ... and then
a radio ad that shocks me to the here
and now:
unexpected wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-72467001898329200182010-12-30T21:00:00.000-08:002010-12-30T21:32:06.468-08:00BloggingTrying to get a balance between life and the requirements of blogging. How do people do it every day?
When I wrote more regularly I noticed I would begin to mentally write a blog when I heard or saw or read something that sparked a thought or idea, poem or story idea
Followed by the thought I have to remember that, but of course didn't.
So the next idea was to write them in my journal, wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-23285025284429041462010-12-17T15:55:00.000-08:002010-12-17T16:24:40.521-08:00TodaysPoem - rewriteThis is a rewrite of:
notes for Found Poem
which was just a sequence of notes for a poem I planned but didn't get back to.
Getting back to it now:
Found poetry
in the car on the way to work, driving down Belconnen Way in the rain, a radio ad:
later, at my desk, an error message coming up after entering times in my worksheet:
- to be finished tomorrow because I wrote them in my work wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-89123740873454461782010-12-17T15:48:00.000-08:002010-12-17T15:49:52.308-08:00Reading about writingForgot to add in my previous post - about the things I have disovered along the writing way to be important - and that is reading about writing.
Read:
writing journals
books about writing craft
biographies and autobiographies about writers, in any format - film, TV, music, books, articles, websites
listen to and or watch interviews with artists of all types
then read what they have written/wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-72816967973713816072010-12-17T05:10:00.000-08:002010-12-17T06:04:38.111-08:00Next stepIt is the 17th December and I have completed the post-graduate writing course I started roughly five years ago.
Now I can no longer brush off the fact that I am not writing anything meaningful or demanding with the excuse that it's ok because I'm doing the Course. There's still however amount of units to go. When I wasn't doing a unit I would spend that semester looking at competitions or wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-72795127930766310692010-05-26T06:09:00.000-07:002010-05-26T06:09:12.023-07:0025/5/2010Found poetry
in the car on the way to work, driving down Belconnen Way in the rain, a radio ad:
later, at my desk, an error message coming up after entering times in my worksheet:
- to be finished tomorrow because I wrote them in my work diary.wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-65830639419068136062010-05-25T08:17:00.001-07:002010-05-26T06:13:05.795-07:00Red Geranium
100_1978
Originally uploaded by canberrrawordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-26421430289379753672010-05-25T08:08:00.000-07:002010-05-25T08:12:58.987-07:009/5/2010revisitedMother's Day Sunday morning planningthedaybefore awakesonnot homefromlast nightsparty
don'tringmustn't ringwon'tbeup anyway
sun warmthroughwindowclotheswillbedryor nearenough takethemdownwashnewlotfoldclothes
breakfastnoeggsandbaconsmells funny
make tea
hang out vacuumcleanerhardwarestoreelasticontrackiestooloose standingweavingelasticthroughband
wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-7425418779064741282010-05-25T07:42:00.000-07:002010-05-25T07:44:36.444-07:0025/5/2010In this place where
loneliness lives words
like blades glitter
in the half-light of
memory
white noise
and silence
becomes a living thing which
circles and sniffs
A clock ticks sunlight drop
by drop a smooth wash
of colour across the bed the cat
a sleeping curve.
Someone has not come to
this place I wanted
to make a home.
In these rooms
a deafening
hush.wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-21753948228357461172010-05-10T00:10:00.000-07:002010-05-10T00:12:14.013-07:0010/5/2010
YesterdayMothers Daywork work worrylaughter love and huggybearsYesterdaywordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-32136350009648518402010-05-09T06:13:00.000-07:002010-05-25T07:59:11.425-07:009/5/2010Mother's Day Sunday morning planning the day before awake son not home from last nights party don't ring mustn't ring won't be up anyway sun warm through window clothes will be dry or near dry take them off put them in room with North facing window wash fresh lot of clothes fold clothes already washed no eggs bacon smells funny make tea hang out washing before breakfast vacuum cleaner hardware wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-11370385593472505272010-05-08T04:45:00.000-07:002010-05-08T04:48:42.345-07:008/4/2010Soprano
Driving down Belco Way
Saturday morning
eggs, shampoo, haircut
for my daughter
my daughter who has moved out of home
and on the radio an accidental
soprano, a graceful electric
arc of sound
cutting air
and in my left ear
a dull wordless chant sh sh shoom oom oomshh shh
behind headphones my son
my sons beautiful face
21 on Monday
How did that happen?
It was interesting finding todays wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-79898245310235517232010-05-08T02:09:00.000-07:002010-05-08T02:27:31.479-07:008/5/2010Fridayweeks endtakeaway and movieand us come togetherFriday
This was written after work, sitting in my favourite reading and writing and daydreaming chair eating Ali Babs, half watching my Friday night ABC TV - News/Collectors/murder - with whatever family is around knackered after my week's work and feeling the bliss of the Saturday and Sunday tomorrow with their relative freedom - the same way wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-3645757895091374372010-05-06T06:19:00.000-07:002010-05-08T02:25:45.588-07:006/5/2010Last night
I made meatballs
in tomato soup
from the recipe
on the can
leftover red wine
shiny pearls of garlic
silvery rings of onions
oregano and cummin seeds
my angry young man
son came in late
from CIT in the cityy,
and a
cold bus
our eyes are cautious as they meet
but he walks into
my kitchens embrace
closes eyes, and smiles
what's for tea
Mum?
The feeling still there,
this morning
Food iswordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-54753916015221369232010-05-04T23:51:00.000-07:002010-05-08T02:26:05.677-07:005/5/2010Today is
4 o'clock in the morning
insomnia
is a stick insect
a mantis, praying
lean-limbed and bug-
eyed, stalking the edges
of sleep
its prey, to merge
mind hollowed, fragile
I wait, in half-flight
delicately, I waitwordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-25217173819983946702010-05-04T00:05:00.000-07:002010-05-08T02:26:40.640-07:004/5/2010on the way to work
this morning I
am the head of a
serpent
slowmoving articulated
I weave my way
through Belconnen
multi-eyed glittering
along its flank,
when I get to my turnoff
I am the headwordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-48859243922839318362010-05-03T04:34:00.000-07:002010-05-08T02:26:21.415-07:003/5/2010My day is like a golden thread
on which my hours
are strung
like beads shaped by
each moment
starting with this grey,
gnarled shape
going
to work.wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-1193061159203276182010-05-03T04:26:00.000-07:002010-05-03T04:26:17.044-07:00Not WritingNot writing - writers block - or, as Natalie Goldberg says somewhere in Writing Down the Bones - a period of internal composting where I don't know what I am doing with this thing about writing so I'll just let it sit and work itself out. Have faith in the process. Sometimes the thing to do is to let go, to see what happens when we allow our internal workings to move of their own accord, insteadwordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-33468969497253839042009-11-16T05:37:00.000-08:002009-11-16T05:41:53.195-08:00Links not workingSo, after all that, the links to the extracts are not opening. What to do. The connection has been playing up, but I am also not sure what I am doing. Although they were opening up ok before. The difference is adding the original extract to a new blog. Would that make a difference? Can't see why, and that wouldn't apply to the new link anyway, which is not attached anywhere else.
My computer wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-26325371655761824122009-11-15T00:49:00.000-08:002009-11-16T05:31:45.333-08:00Writing exercise - from journal extractAwhile ago I copied something directly from an old journal.
1972 extract
I have been thinking about the extract - as an example of how rough journal writing is allowed to be and what might be the next logical step. Putting it in the blog as an eg. is good but not conclusive, its just hanging there doing nothing. A lot of journal entries are like that, their value lies in the fact that at some wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-56993309894451859212009-11-08T14:31:00.000-08:002009-11-15T01:37:19.044-08:00Another reason to writeBooks being read during the war
This list is taken from AbeBooks - just in case the link dies, these are the book titles that spoke to me, all are either at the top of lists on certain sections, or close
The Physics of Blown Sand
and Desert Dunes (Bagnold)
Lawrence and the Arabs (Graves)
Under Two Flags (Ouida)
The New Father:
A Dad's Guide to the First Year (Brott)
My Secret Garden
: Women's wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-38293772289435418242009-11-08T05:37:00.000-08:002009-11-08T05:49:00.576-08:00Photos from mobile phoneIt seems my writing journey has taken a sidetrack down the images path - I had this idea of adding photos every so often to break the text up because blogs that are nothing but writing are not as interesting as those with pictures - and then of photographing things to do with my writing - just like I draw and tear out photos and glue them into my hardcopy journal. My writing has a visual side to wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-5152313198414459362009-11-07T04:15:00.000-08:002010-05-25T07:48:08.953-07:00Another victory in the world of technology. I wish it were not such an alien place to be. I thought I had Flickr under control but photos stopped saving into sets, batch edits stopped working and there was a flat refusal to add a photo to my header - which I had thought might break up the text a bit and provide an intriguing other look into my life as writer - I'm a sucker for the photos in wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-32485598642082883392009-10-25T17:26:00.000-07:002009-10-25T17:30:13.101-07:00Writing onlineI was going to add this to the Links list I've set up - having discovered the joys of 'Add a gadget', - but some sites need comments before letting innocent people loose on them.
This site is useful for a number of reasons :
it is a good place to go as a source of ideas for what to write about, or when the urge to write hits, but with nothing tangible in mind
good for practising looking at wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-67289647364892006012009-10-25T03:34:00.000-07:002009-11-15T00:46:41.412-08:00Show Not Tell?Thinking again about the structure of a blog: though it is the equivalent of a diary or a record of thoughts and days it lacks the freedom of a real diary in that there is the potential for others to read it.
Diaries and journals and daily records are both secretive, as in private, and revealing, because of that freedom from others eyes ... unless you leave it lying about and have shameless wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-49103958345931132142009-10-25T03:22:00.000-07:002009-10-25T03:24:23.158-07:00Major problem - I couldn't get this blog to open so tried doing a search on google using a word I know would have ocurred- result, it opened into the blog as signed in, which means it is vulnerable to anyone adding anything they like to it. I also discovered that downloading an image from flickr meant access was gained to my flickr images - not the ones I list as private or family only thankfullywordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-34499900901339599892009-10-22T00:30:00.000-07:002009-11-15T00:45:37.677-08:00This is from one of my earliest journals, when I first left a small country town for the city and university - not sure which is saddest, the bad drawing or the fact that I still have it!
wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-44802371693061193052009-10-19T23:49:00.000-07:002009-10-19T23:57:39.050-07:00JournalsA place to go when the journal juices are not running:
http://www.diyplanner.com/node/824
All sorts of journalling:
http://www.kporterfield.com/journal/Journal_Index.html
How to create an Artists journal:
http://www.artistsjournals.com/instruction.htm
An artist's blog:
http://standnngraceartjournal.blogspot.com/
Technically what I would have liked to have accomplished here is an RSS feed wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-14126604001660197582009-10-18T23:59:00.001-07:002009-10-19T00:04:02.627-07:00For more time than I am comfortable with my journal has lain unopened on my bed. I avoid its quiet presence. For awhile now I have felt uneasy at the thought of picking up a pen. There has been a fear of what might follow. What if there were nothingness, silence, stillness.
It never used to bother me before. I would explore the stillness. It rang with hidden things. The emptiness sang, and wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-60717588834339260042009-10-13T23:48:00.001-07:002009-10-25T16:13:37.532-07:00Imagewordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-29969629506814202472009-10-13T23:38:00.000-07:002009-10-13T23:38:25.556-07:00Writing as healingThinking about how life feeds writing, including problems, I thought I'd check out some sites on the theme.
My journal started from writing out anxieties and led to a place I take from when I see competitions in my local writing newsletter - it fhas fed a short story for a UC anthology, another short story published in a Women's Centre anthology on women going through a difficult time, and a wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-68652936112090380562009-10-12T23:59:00.000-07:002009-10-25T16:14:58.039-07:00Testing putting in a link, or, why I writeIt is said over and over that the secret to being a writer, or the reality of really being one, is that one must write regularly - which is sometimes easier said than done. My breakthrough with this one is that its not the writing that matters, its what it is you want to, need to, or intend to say.
Everything else follows on from that - it shapes, and leads.
I wrote the thing below because I wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-22616142779750259202009-10-12T23:23:00.000-07:002009-10-25T16:15:59.434-07:00What am I doing here?So, what is this place to be - I thought perhaps a place with exercises and useful information - but there's heaps of that elsewhere. But then again does that matter - a blog is one person's take - I want this to be about my relationship with words, a tryout of blogging, and another way to try and fit writing into my life, when it always doesn't. Writing and reading about words and writing is wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8661719708227042938.post-2415696556810374572009-10-12T22:55:00.000-07:002009-10-25T16:16:57.370-07:00WordPlayA blog about words, and writing ...
wordplayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02557419205991253066noreply@blogger.com0