Tuesday, 13 November 2007
I took this photo yesterday of a lily just after it had been rained on.
Contrast that with the grey sea that I looked out at from the staff room at tea-break today.
What a cold, blustery day.
The visitors scurried from the warmth of their camper vans to the warmth of the Centre, experiencing a wild walk in between.
But the albatrosses loved it. They are impossible to capture in a lens - they can get up to soaring speeds of 100 ks. Of course, not around the headland, but still fast enough to make it hard to get them in focus and close up.
I’m only up to 4,500 words on my NaNoWriMo dab. I call it dab because I never seriously expected to plunge through to the 50,000 words challenge. However, it’s been a good motivator. I think what I am doing is writing a short story.
I don’t know if anything will come of the short story I am writing. I keep vacillating. And the dilemma I slip too easily between, is whether to concentrate on prose or poetry.
It is fair to say that when I am writing prose, I miss poetry, but when I am writing poetry I don't miss writing prose at all.
Sometimes I think I only want to write prose because it is the more respected, or understood. More people read it. When I tell people that I write, they inevitably ask, What do you write? When I say poetry, sometimes an awkward silence follows. As if poetry is too scary and difficult.
American Sentences - to refresh your memory - is something Allan Ginsberg made up. Some of us non-Americans wonder if we are able to write one too. However, haiku isn’t restricted to just the Japanese, so I figure American Sentences aren’t just for, or about, Americans. It is simply another form of short poetry. It is a sentence, or a line of poetry, made up of 17 syllables.
Hey! Thanks to Ceridwen, there's a new poetry site: read.write.poem. Go check it out.
My American sentence for today is -: Tomorrow’s forecast is for sleet with snow down to seven hundred feet.
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