Biblical Proverbs 

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  • Seek and ye shall  be find. Seek and ye shall find.. Biblical Proverb.
  • Speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee. Speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee.. Biblical Proverb.
  • Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant. Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.. Biblical Proverb.
  • .Stupid people always think they are right. Wise people listen to advice. Stupid people always think they are right. Wise people listen to advice.. Biblical Proverb.
  • The borrower is servant to the lender. The borrower is servant to the lender.. Biblical Proverb.
  • The heart of fools proclaims foolishness. The heart of fools proclaims foolishness.. Biblical Proverb.
  • The prosperity of fools shall destroy them. The prosperity of fools shall destroy them.. Biblical Proverb.
  • The rebellious dwell in a dry land. The rebellious dwell in a dry land.. Biblical Proverb.
  • The righteous are bold as a lion. The righteous are bold as a lion.. Biblical Proverb.
  • The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.. Biblical Proverb.

Read more: http://www.special-dictionary.com/proverbs/source/b/biblical_proverb/4.htm#ixzz4Q7PNUh5V

The moon and the yew tree by Sylvia Plath

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky —
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.

The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness –
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.

I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness—blackness and silence.

Paris Review – The Art of Criticism No. 2, George Steiner

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Paris Review – The Art of Criticism No. 2, George Steiner.

A fascinating interview

Quote:For me the personal turning point was Pol Pot. Very few knew at the time about Auschwitz. Yes, there were bastards who knew, there were sons of bitches who knew and who didn’t believe it, but they were a tiny number. Nazi secrecy on this was fantastically efficient. The killing fields were on radio and television while they were going on, and we were told that Pol Pot was burying alive one hundred thousand men, women and children. Now I cannot attach honest meaning to the phrase “to bury alive one man, woman or child.” One hundred thousand! I almost went out of my mind in those days with bitter impotence. I was obsessed with the hope that Russia and America would say, “We don’t know what the rights and wrongs of this incredible geopolitical mess are but forty-five years after the Holocaust or after the gulag, we can’t shave in the morning, we can’t look at ourselves, knowing a hundred thousand people are being buried alive; the razor doesn’t work on the skin. No woman can put on her makeup and think of herself as human. If you don’t stop this, we’ll come in.” I’d hoped ………….

By my bed - À cabeceira

Grief has torn my skin

I struggle in the quicksands of despair
I  want to drown my sorrows now too great
I  yearn to see the one who is not here.

Might death   itself be worse than what I fear?
I find it hard to judge my own true state
I struggle in the quicksands of despair

Grief has torn my skin, the layers bared.
Death’s  a ravenous beast, for whom I’m  bait
I long to see my man, who is not here.

With reddened eyes and wild, unruly hair
I listen for the truth my heart dictates
As I struggle in the quicksands of despair

Will death himself now take me to his lair?
As pains tear at my heart,  I can’t relate.
I long to see the one who  once was here.

If I  should sink ,I do not imitate
Man’s cruelty and his wars elaborate
I struggle in the quicksands of despair
I ‘ll never see the man who once  lived here

A very good resource for aspiring writers

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http://www.grammarbook.com/grammar/effWrite.asp

 

Rule 3. Avoid overusing there is, there are, it is, it was, etc.

Example: There is a case of meningitis that was reported in the newspaper.

Revision: A case of meningitis was reported in the newspaper.

Even better: The newspaper reported a case of meningitis. (Active voice)

Example: It is important to signal before making a left turn.

Revision:
Signaling before making a left turn is important.
OR
Signaling before a left turn is important.
OR
You should signal before making a left turn.

Example: There are some revisions that must be made.

Revision: Some revisions must be made. (Passive voice)

Even better: Please make some revisions. (Active voice)

Poetic forms

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http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/list-of-50-poetic-forms-for-poets

 

  • Rondeau. 15 lines, 3 stanzas, and a lot of rhymes.
  • Rondel. 13 lines in 3 stanzas.
  • The Roundabout. Form from Sara Diane Doyle and David Edwards.
  • Sestina. The form poets either love or hate.
  • Shadorma. Spanish 6-liner.
  • Sijo. Korean poetic form.
  • Somonka. Japanese collaborative form.
  • Sonnet. Shakespeare’s 14-line fave.
  • Tanka. Kinda like a haiku plus a couplet.
  • Triolet. 8-line French form.
  • Triversen. William Carlos Williams invention: six tercets.
  • Villanelle. Five tercets a