Posted in Caturday
“The ideal of calm
exists in a sitting cat”
Jules Renard
Caturday
I am a soft kitty
Hear me purr
Image courtsey: The Odyssey Online
Disclaimer: This post is aimed at and addressed to you, the reader. However, whenever I say ‘you’ for the reader, it can also be construed as ‘me’, the writer, because this is why the post is written: to reassure myself that I am doing alright.
It can take (us) writers a long time to be marginally readable. There are a few who are like Gods on Earth, the ones who seem to write without effort, sitting down at their gleaming writing desks each morning, hammering out hundreds of words with scarce a pause in between and a smile on their lips. These demi Gods are a paragon of clarity and eloquence and everything that they write is lapped up by the masses and the adulating crowds… anyway, you get my point.
Then there are the mere mortals, the ordinary writers who find the writing…
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Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives
“I’m a writer and, therefore,
automatically a suspicious character”
Alfred Hitchcock
Writers for Throwback Thursday
This weeks TBT is dedicated to us wannabe writers:
Enjoy these gems from the archives!
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, and a Writer
Write More, Complain Less
Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place
I am Out of Order for Today
Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives
“The elevator to success is out of order.
You’ll have to use the stairs… one step at a time.”
Joe Girard
I am Out of Order for Today
Call it
A writer’s block
Or a total lock
My mind just
Put up the sign
“Empty room
For hire”
I will not pine
Somewhere
The fire
Can be found
Lifting me
Off the ground
To unblock
I will catch
The hook
To unlock
My writer’s mind
Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives
“Breathe-in experience,
breathe-out poetry”
Muriel Rukeyser
Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place
I am a poet
But did not know it
Now I am writing
Lyrics without biting
The bullets
My mind to the fullest
Hammering the keyboard
Not a big chore
No, not anymore
Ever since I started
I cannot be parted
From the blank page
That clean slate
Words pouring
My heart roaring
I feel elevated
Totally animated
Full of excitement
I am completely and utterly
Lost in Poetry
A poem a day keeps the Shrink at bay!
Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives
“I’m a writer and, therefore,
automatically a suspicious character”
Alfred Hitchcock
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, and a Writer
Looking into
A writers mind
You may phew
On what you find
Look in,
Carefully
Surprisingly
Lurking
Emerging
A
Tinker, Tailor,
Soldier, Sailor,
Rich Man, Poor Man,
Beggar Man, Thief
Peeping Tom, Stalker
Pervert, Prude
Sister, Brother
Loud Mouth, Mute
A
Antagonist
Protagonist
Killer, Saviour
Bad behaviour?
Winner, Looser
Coward, Hero
Or simply a Zero?
Storyteller, Liar
Truth teller, Denier
A questionable character?
Or just a clever Actor?
Psychopath,
Or, on a Path?
Writer, Politician, or a Crook?
Did I get you hooked?
Sculpture of Helsinki:

Network is an installation that begins on the upper level of the University of Helsinki metro station (formerly Kaisaniemi) from Annikki Luukela. It is different coloured lights that continue from a glass wall filled with lights down the escalators to the metro level, much like the tiled installation at Ruoholahti metro station.

The green strips of light that lead down the escalators give the station an almost futuristic feel, as well as those that decorate the wall. Every time I visit this station I wonder how many people pass by each day without thinking about or even notice these details of their surroundings. It is these small details of the city, and its metro system, that make it unique.
Do you know any great details of your city that you have noticed but think others may have missed?
You can find almost 500 outdoor sculptures, pieces…
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