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Cancellation is in effect.The cooks are not spoiling their broths
just as the pots are discovering
that they will never be the new black.
The kettle is at a loss for words; black
isn't its colour either.
The proverbs are absolving.The modern are transcending –
riding tempests, running deep.
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Death of the Artist
Roland Barthes said, "Death of the Author," and society said, "Hey, why not?"
They didn't actually kill them, and it wasn't just the authors, either, though there isn't much written about the artists in those early days. The theory was to pretend that there was no author, to better separate the text from the experiences of the writer. Of course, that's impossible to enforce. So society went the other way. If they couldn't separate the author's experience from the text, they'd separate the author from experience.
It worked well, at first. What author or artist wouldn't leap at the chance to live in a commune full of no one but other artists
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Fellowship Lost, Ch 1, Prt 1
Shoot.
Oh, shoot!
Shoot, shoot, shoot.
Yes, that was what Lorin said. She couldnt deny it. She heard it leave her lips. Shoot? Any number of profanities would have been more appropriate under the circumstances, but her mothers training was kicking in when least expected.
She would say more later much more but right now there was no time. She had to concentrate on moving her foot from the gas pedal to the brake; had to convince her reluctant right hand to let go of the steering wheel and shift the car into park at fifty-five miles per hour screw the transmission. Had to remind hersel
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My Muse Went On Vacation
My muse went on vacation
and took all my best thoughts
and all my favorite phrases,
and the bunnies with their plots,
she ran off with all the fluff stuff,
she ran off with the hero's sword--
she left me sitting here alone,
bemused and rather bored.
My muse went on vacation
To a sunny foreign clime,
and left me sitting here alone
without a word to rhyme,
She's laying on a beach somewhere
without a hint of snow,
and leaving me with winter's chill
and no place left to go.
My muse went on vacation -
I hope she's coming back
With a healthy tan, a rosy glow
and some fresh stuff to attack--
I miss her interaction,
how she drov
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submission for -- exillior's contest: storm news.deviantart.com/article/10…
written by & therefore belongs to -- passingavery
for a fifty-word-only contest; quite the challenge. don't include my title in the word count. i utilized the concept of old sayings/idioms/proverbs falling out with the times, as new sayings, new meanings take their place in current society. (hey, urban dictionary's a potential example of something 'modern'.)
for those of you who don't see them (though i attempted to pen them in such a way that they would jog at the memory), i was referring to "too many cooks spoil the broth" and "pot calling the kettle black".
the storm here lies in the drastic influx of new words and meanings that render old sayings obsolete. after all, think about it. does the pot calling the kettle black make any sense to you in this day and age? (neither of those two household appliances are black any longer. we believe in stainless steel.)
listening to --
metal heart by garbage
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