tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88311833792178546652024-02-20T10:58:39.459-08:00Dunce QuotaAmes Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05126644109923753354noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831183379217854665.post-6279393360890874592011-01-28T23:13:00.000-08:002011-01-28T23:13:58.329-08:00ASHER......................................................This is a poem I wrote, inspired by a character from my in-progress fantasy novel and another character from my in-progress steampunk novel: the pensive and mysterious Asher.<br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Floating upon the seas of night</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">his pale face shone in the blue moonlight</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He buttoned up his collar, loosened his tie</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">as the swaying trees whispered and the roosting doves cried.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A gleam of mystery in his sapphire eyes</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">he beckoned me to the edge of the cliffside</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Told me to watch as the waves crashed below</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and clouds rolled over the faint moon glow.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lifted his hands to the sky, and jumped down</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">down he fell, surely to die</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">then, like a phoenix, outspread feathered wings</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and flew up to the sky.</span></span></div>Ames Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05126644109923753354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8831183379217854665.post-86885092273375250812011-01-25T05:06:00.000-08:002011-05-27T14:55:04.888-07:00"Alright, that's enough stupidity for today."<div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">In regards to the title of this blog, no, there is no humorous backstory or anecdote to its origin. It's just something I thought up in a wisp of inspiration (i.e.--while I was trying to think up a name for the blog). Plus, I like the sound of it. It's ambiguous, vague... open to interpretation. Like art. But isn't that what writing should be? I think so. It's more than a way to communicate. While it is a useful vessel for communication, it very much has the characteristics of a piece of tangible artwork. One can solicit an emotional response with the things (s)he writes, create pictures in the mind, imagery, provoke memories, hopes, and dreams, engage the senses, make the reader <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">feel</span>, be it nostalgia, sadness, anger, joy. I consider writing an outlet for imagination, an escape, but overall, a delightful God-given gift that makes living that much more bearable--albeit at times extremely UNbearable.</div><br />
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So, a little about me: I love murder mysteries, nostalgia, laughter, over-using dashes and ellipses in sentences, history, whimsy, world travel, languages, music, Tom Keifer, vintage fashion, photography, fashion design, antiques, shopping, Ulta, 80s hair bands, paranormal studies, tofu, steampunk, Talking Heads, anti-conformity, poetry, cake, The Chronicles of Narnia, dreams, John Taylor, writing, reading, escapism, etymology, eccentricity, obscurity--the list goes on, but I'll stop there. So on this blog, I will post anything related to the above or anything else I find remotely inspiring or interesting. I want to use it as a place to share my ideas and babblings, quote other people's ideas and babblings, and organize my thoughts--really just simmer my ideas and inspirations in one place. Maybe I can even inspire others with something I have to say. <br />
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Furthermore, I need to practice verbalizing my thoughts and, well... just practice talking/writing in general, to better my social skills and my writing. I probably don't speak enough--I never really have, being the youngest of four kids in my family. And I'm sure my innate antisocial introversion plays a role in my reticence as well. So--here's to building confidence via sitting alone at a computer posting to a blog! Cheers!Ames Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05126644109923753354noreply@blogger.com0