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(1) “The challenge of writing is to see your horribleness…” Ta-Nehisi Coates. The stuff all writers should know (and come to terms with).
(2) Thoughts stored away / Unlocked and set free / Because the moment calls, from “Writings.” So true. When it’s time to put the words down there’s very little dispute. The call is the call…is the call.
(3) I just learned about Endecha (origin: Spain, a 16th century poem construct) thanks to Poetic Bloomings and I can’t wait to practice it! Poem constructs/forms/molds do assist in the careful selection of what I call “word Jenga.” By selecting the wrong word, a poem falls. Select the right word, your tower is taller and more impressive than before. Unstable? Sure. Good poetry is often destabilizing. Words can make or break worlds.
“The challenge of writing is to see your horribleness, on page, to see your terribleness, and then to go to bed, and wake up the next day, and take that horribleness and that terribleness and refine it, and make it not so terrible and not so horrible, and then go to bed again, and come the next day, and refine it a little bit more, and make it not so bad, and then go to bed the next day and do it again, then make it maybe average. And then one more time, you know, if you’re lucky, maybe you get to good.”
read the full article here
Pen on paper
Thoughts stored away
Unlocked and set free
Because the moment calls
Sometimes it happens that way
And the words move from heart to pen
The paper is the recipient
Folded and tucked away for another day
When the moment calls
The endecha is a 16th-century Spanish poetic form with the following guidelines:
Quatrain (or four-line) poem (or stanzas).
Rhyme scheme: abcb
Seven syllables per line for lines one, two, and three.
Line four has 11 syllables.
THE FADE OF LOVE
In the dead of night she comes,
For years she had been unseen.
Soft as a whisper, she was,
and now she has escaped from within his dreams.
read the full Endecha sample here