Whit a #bonnie wee thing ye are.
A’ plump an rather moist tae
Ah wad pinch yer cheeks per’aps
but ye wad juist slump doon
ma bonnie chocolate souffle
#vss365
@igornamus
Nouveau Pulp / Speculative Noir / Novella Pittance Box "Truth is what you can cope with." The Closed Eye "What are you willing to see." Draven's Bakery "Bread without the Circuses" https://scribedin.blogspot.com/
Whit a #bonnie wee thing ye are.
A’ plump an rather moist tae
Ah wad pinch yer cheeks per’aps
but ye wad juist slump doon
ma bonnie chocolate souffle
#vss365
peaceful #harmony
a lofty goal to strive for
via strife and war
#vss365 #haiku
I do not disagree but present what I have seen presented as a norm, trad quality, indie not. But the thing that they seem not to do is to quantify the quality. What is the quality they see.
I mean few typos, do those reduce from the quality? Not to me, as you said, if story flows, I miss the typos
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Harmony in views
Harmony in economics
Harmony in morality
Harmony in outlook
Harmony in speech
Harmony in deeds
The buddhist #harmony
one out of six is alright?
#vss365
High quality in writing. It is often attributed to traditional publishing and seen as missing from indie publishing but what is it? What is the quality that some praise? Quality of what? Writing is not an amalgam, it is made of parts, story, flow, grammar, which part is quality?
Dialogic refers to the use of conversation or shared dialogue to explore the meaning of something. This is as opposed to monologic which refers to one entity with all the information simply giving it to others without exploration and clarification of meaning through discussion.
and now for something different
something different from the norm
a #lightning round if you please
it if pleases you to choose
behavior only or imagined emotions
#vss365
Today, I read a thread where a person asked grok to clarify something and ended up arguing with grok over a thing where grok was right and the person kept on arguing.
Do not know what to call this feeling.
You need to is said
like #lightning across twitter
inequality
#vss365 #haiku
#Spellbound I stand here
the smile as a rope
The hip sway as the charm
tick tock, tick tock
lure of the desire
like a shrikes call
the thorn is ready
#vss365
the pied piper's MFA
#spellbound followers of form
levee of copies
#vss365 #haiku
dressed to the nines
cuffs, muffs, puff shirts
slits, draped, straight skirts
pressed in the mines
compressed, coarctated, compacted
cut, polished, coated
adorned by #jewelry
or jewelry adorned
#vss365
words as #jewelry
quality is not the stone
nor the polish used
#vss365 #haiku
Excuse me? if my phone says it is tired, I will turn if off. I do not question the lived experience of the phone.
the things I could do with you
the things I could make you do
Paint emotions like da Vinci
silverpoint lines like my words
ethereal alone, divine together
capturing the moment, piece by piece
#magnaminously spreading them out
for reader to find and feel
#vss365
#magnanimous feat
I using a dead language
I animate it
#vss365 #haiku
Aleatory composition
is a 20th-century approach where composers relinquish control, allowing elements like rhythm, pitch, or structure to be determined by random procedures or performer choice. Popularized by John Cage and others in the 1950s
"Immense panorama of futility and anarchy":
is a famous phrase from T.S. Eliot's 1923 essay "Ulysses, Order, and Myth". It describes the chaotic state of contemporary history (post-WWI) and James Joyce's Ulysses as a method for ordering this chaos through myth.
my #bountiful...
like a vast wheatfield
or a strawberry farm
full of labour
my bountiful...
generations of labour
cultivated through ages
full of taste
my bountiful...
flows like red wine
tastes of copper
satiated me
#vss365
#bountiful in depth
not so much exposition
mind is not canvas
#vss365 #haiku
wanting the easy
#lethargy of the reader
formulaic mists
#vss365 #haiku
inaction in life
#lethargy or apathy
I could care less of
#vss365 #haiku
dams and levees
#cataracts full of tales
all flow over still
#vss365 #haiku
The yard had not changed since he visited it last time. The #cataracts flowing from the maws of a metallic hydra still dominated the place even if the copper was more of a green now. The one thing that Pettigru knew was just a statue and not another petrified beast. #vss365
#splendour in writing
comes not from rigidity
it slithers and flows
#vss365 #haiku
The #splendour of the castle was visible from far. The ivory carved dragons scaling the walls, the ebony giants leaning against the gatehouse and the jade vines encircling most surfaces. Pettigru leaned on his club and gathered his resolve before walking further. #vss365
authorial voice
from the #timid to potent
my janus faces
#vss365 #haiku
a timorous voice
the most #timid demeanor
not in written words
#vss365 #haiku
“What about the #timid Timmy? Are you taking him with us this time? He is almost of the age. I caught him polishing his sword while peeking just few days ago. Tiny one but a sword never the less.” Lady Enisa said and Pettigru could not say what the accompanied smile meant. #vss365