Month: May 2014

Weekly Writing Challenge | List Lesson | Things I Remember

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List Lesson | Things I Remember

This week, girl in the hat writer Anna Fonté challenges you to write a list that transcends its orderly or numbered format.

I Remember:

…steam train whistles, rhythmic clacking, coal in the eye

…farm boys in tight shorts and ‘veldskoens’ in the brittle Karoo, epitomising a strange and unknown masculinity

…gamboling lambs with long tails

…walking out of the High Court sun on my face

…a shoe lost in a puddle of semi-frozen frost

…a moment of transcendence, eddy of water in a smiling round

…the moments of birth, new, tiny, perfect, brilliant flashes of light and possibility, unspeakable and breathtaking, tears in the eyes

…the grey crisp dawn and scalding chai tea

…numb hands and frozen water pipes

…the moment of meeting after many years lost

…moments of possibility, those one could miss if not paying attention

…the breath of a child on my face

…baby feet moving like creatures from a precious world, all emotive

…cats, dogs and birds and animals precious companions enriching life

…unspoken breathless undoings

…the eyes of a lover, limpid with unambiguous desire

…sitting crossed legged receiving teachings in India, grateful, blessed

…simple things in loving moments

…crystal forms perfection

…the men I have noticed, the ones with the particular blend of nuances that speak to me with a silvery cord, a unique alchemy

…the soft transparent skin on the hands of older people I have loved

…the heart pangs of both love and loss

…the joy and sensory delight of just baked bread

…the eyes and hands of connection

…moments of stillness and AHA realisations, coming fully formed without thought

…the peace and liberation of acceptance

…reaching the high place of a waterfall

…dreams and hope made manifest

…Ouma’s prescience and the birds with a message

…crisp white sheets and billowing mosquito nets

…kintsugi and the history of broken things, embracing flaws and imperfections, embracing change.

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Futures Past | Oh What I Wanted to Be | Is Our Society Insane?

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Futures Past | Oh What I Wanted to Be | Is Our Society Insane? 

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?

I am reading R. D. Laing: The Divided Self as a teen and I am entranced by the possibility of an Anti-Psychiatry movement. I see how an insane society bends and constrains us, the population, within Western Culture, to fit a consumerist and psychological norm, which is so far from what could really be called “sane” that we are profoundly maladjusted and in fact insane.

Krishnamurti: “It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.”

In The Sane Society the Pathology of Normalcy is mentioned by Erick Fromm, he writes:

“It is naively assumed that the fact that the majority of people share certain ideas or feelings proves the validity of these ideas and feelings. Nothing is further from the truth. Consensual validation as such has no bearing whatsoever on reason or mental health. Just as there is a folie à deux (a madness shared by two) there is a folie à millions. The fact that millions of people share the same vices does not make these vices virtues, the fact that they share so many errors does not make the errors to be truths, and the fact that millions of people share the same mental pathology does not make these people sane.” (p14)

Did I become a Psychologist? I wanted so to help those experiencing profound life crises. No, for various reasons, more’s the pity. However, I have found Logotherapy and see myself as a Logotherapist in the future, amongst other things.

My new vision is of myself giving therapy from my home, surrounded by roses and herb gardens, having become a writer and continuing my online and mindfulness training and teaching. The focus of Logotherapy is on meaning, rather than adjustment. This is my path to my own meaning, into the future.

According to Viktor Frankl, meaning can be found through, (presuppose the spark for life meaning, to make man capable of what they can become, elicit/make a person become what he in principle is capable of becoming), found in Psychology Today:

  • Creativity or giving something to the world through self- expression,
  • Experiencing the world by interacting authentically with our environment and with others, and
  • Changing our attitude when we are faced with a situation or circumstance that we cannot change.
     

 

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Fight or Flight | How about Freeze? | Belongings in the Sand

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Fight or flight | How about Freeze | Belongings in the Sand

When faced with confrontation, do you head for the hills or walk straight in? Was there ever a time you wished you’d had the opposite reaction?

Frightened, Carol stood, surrounded by her few belongings, staring at the dry sand covering the toes of her new pumps, black, pointy toed, with a flash of red at the heel, just like her, just a flash of the possibility of intrigue. The heat felt like 40 degrees. Cars flashed by at outrageous speeds, but this was only in the periphery of her consciousness. There was nothing but sand and freeway and two individuals arguing in a language she could not understand and two cars parked at an angle at the edge of the desert. Carol was numb, frozen. Her mind could hardly grasp the reality of what had happened. So far from home, frozen in the sand. All she could think in that moment was: “…oh my new shoes are getting ruined. If only I had worn those black ‘takkies’.”

Nothing else seemed possible. No running, no fighting would help her now.

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Three Trick Questions | Language the “Universal Whore” (Erica Jong)

 Trick Questions | Language the “Universal Whore” (Erica Jong)

A Pulitzer-winning reporter is writing an in-depth piece – about you. What are the three questions you really hope she doesn’t ask you?

This prompt assumes there is good reason for a Pulitzer-winning reporter to write an in-depth piece about me. Therefore, the assumption is I have somehow received notice and review. I will assume that I have published best-selling books that have received positive reviews and press notice. Given this assumption, the reporter will probably not have had time to actually read my latest book. In this way I will manipulate the questions, by providing her with a pre-list of questions, (tip from Publicity Hound). I would also have included the usual head shot images, together with environmental shots of me in various settings, manipulating the image I wish to project. I have had experience of reporters twisting what I have said, so I will think carefully about how to direct the interview.

I will preempt the possibility of trick questions by asking questions I wish to answer, such as:

“What really matters to me is ______”

“The real issues are ______ ”

“The more interesting question is ______ ”

The answers to these questions will have been well-thought out. In much the same way as I take control of a meeting, a training event, or a project interview, I will take control of this interview.

However, a journalistic trick is to ask a stinker at the end, just as the interview is wrapping up. Something like:

“Let’s catch up again this time next year – if you still think you will have written anything significant by then?”

To which I may answer something like:

“You know what, who knows, I may be living in my PJ’s and nothing may have happened. My goal is to fully live, if this includes significant writing, well then. In the words of Erica Jong, (“in Seducing the Demon”), if I am a writer then maybe I will become:

 ‘…someone who takes the universal whore of language and turns her into a virgin again.’

Who knows if my ‘alchemical’ ability will emerge?”

 

Daily Post | Mutant | Blending Dissonance or BD451

Mutants and Hybrids | Daily Post | Blending Dissonance or BD451

If you were one part human, two parts something else — another animal, a plant, an inanimate object — what would the other two parts be?

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I am BD451. I am a mutant blend of human and non-human. My two non-human parts are extra-ordinary. I am a mutant with very particular and specialised capabilities. I was blended by top minds in laboratory cosmic forges. My first non-human part, is that of the chameleon, I am able to change at a moment’s notice, to suit the clime and context. My capability is defensive, organic and given this hostile barren landscape, this is an existence saving power. My second non-organic capability, is that of the Long Range Acoustic Device, (LRAD), already proven by the New World Order, to be highly effective in crowd control. I use it defensively, or offensively to force compliance in those around me. When activated, it causes pain in my targets and forces them to submit to my will. When my feminine whiles do not work, I am to great effect able to deploy either of these two, together with my human nature, blending the three dissonances. It is my role not to be seen, to shimmer, to disappear. I am by nature ephemeral. So used am I, to not being seen, that I feel my boundaries are blurred, I am feint as if rubbed out and I am less human with each passing year. I am deployed in highly sensitive contexts, in Top Secret Facilities and to infiltrate our enemy targets, the Tangents, secretive and sly, slinking in the nether worlds, relentlessly hatching cunning plots.

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Finders, Keepers? | In Ordinary Times

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The Daily Post: Finders, Keepers? | In Ordinary Times

While walking on the beach you stumble on a valuable object buried in the sand — say, a piece of jewelry or an envelope full of cash. What do you do with it? Under what circumstances would you keep it?

In ordinary times I went along, through the dull and dour day. Listless and bowed my walk, unspoken my talk. “Undock my moor for pity’s sake”, I thought, “unveil my eyes, and writer’s block.”

Then, my eye did see a glinting, a shimmering, a mys-tery. Should I, shouldn’t I? No, let me unknow you, untouch you and be free, let me not bend my knee. Let me rather walk along, towards the promise of another dawn.

(I had a major block with this one).

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A Name for Yourself | The Daily Post | Carol-esque

The Daily Post – A name for yourself | Carol-esque:

Some writers’ names have becomes adjectives: Kafkaesque, marxist, Orwellian, sadistic. If your name (or nickname, or blog name) were to become an adjective, what would it mean?

CAROL-ESQUE

Oddly, yesterday I discovered via my daughter A, on Facebook, a: What-Would-I-Say generator, based on Facebook posts and status updates. As it happens, some are very funny. Those with a Facebook profile can go and try it out.

Some of the generated posts are hilarious, for example:

“One of Human CONFECTIONERY; what a success! I had attained MARSHAMALLOWDOM!”

“How I wish I had a large tract of the International Governments’ tangible support for love.”

“Later this week a conformity, that is the table fork.”

“Magical encounters in 1968 have been officially confirmed, she is now part of verbs, and source of words.”

REALLY? Clearly I am doing a lot of doing and creating hitherto unknown speech sounds simultaneously.

OR…

“Just received my energy and daring, those ripples build real community values and meaningful personal contacts. Explore the chair, but one less traveled by.”

…or less hilarious and more like me – or NOT:

“Wise Words – All breathing, existing, living sentient creatures should not be slain, nor driven away.” —CarolBot

I guess these posts could mean I am a raving lunatic, wildly offbeat, sometime serious person – man, I really want to attain that MARSHMALLOWDOM, and will not be complete without it!

Onward and forward to the Carol-esque Human confectionery MARSHMALLOWDOM! Who wouldn’t want that? What about the conformist table fork? I mean, this must be from Alice in Wonderland:

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.

“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.”
― Lewis CarrollAlice in Wonderland

“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
― Lewis CarrollAlice in Wonderland

How about the less traveled in chair? Maybe an apt response would be: “Don’t just sit there, jump on and go.”

“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.”
― Lewis CarrollAlice Adventures in Wonderland

May the force be with you.

So if you say something is Carol-esque, you can clearly look forward to nonsense, the impossible and madness, filled with energy and daring, while hoping for the support of International Governments for more love. Let the ripples create more community values and meaningful contacts. Let’s all just jump on and go! Or maybe not:

“For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.” 
― Douglas AdamsThe Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

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Switcheroo | 365 Writing Prompts | Globe-T

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Switcheroo. If you could switch blogs with any blogger for a week, with whom would you switch and why?

I would switch with Bonnet Voyageur | Globe-T

Why? I love the novel approach to travels. The bonnet, or woolen hat, visits places and is photographed there. I would love to see the hat in places around Durban, South Africa. This is the Welcome Message:

WELCOME ON BOARD!

“Born to a knitting pin father and a yarn ball mother, Globe-T. the travelling Winter Hat lives to explore the world. He enjoys posing for pictures in the places he discovers and sharing his travel adventures.”

 

The page design is clean and well laid out and the colours are great. Design is important to me. A pleasure to visit.

 

Here is my hat from the 1970’s, although not wool I thought it would be fun to share.

 

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Break the Silence | “Our Lives are not Our Own” (Sonmi)

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Break the Silence #DailyPrompt

When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.

Speak! Bring out the unspoken. Make it real. Put it on the table. Look at it! Hear, see, feel it. Unsheath the sword. Look into my eyes, make a connection. This is me, this is you.

“…focused within the confines of the felt presence of experience” ~ Terence McKenna

Look to this moment, tomorrow is not yet, yesterday a mirage. Break the chains of the icy tomb of silence. Speak!

In the words of: Sonmi-451:

“Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.” Cloud Atlas.

What is your crime, what is your kindness? How are you bound to others? Speak! Birth your future.

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Tell us Your Story | Reflections | Smell of Acceptance

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Daily Post: Nosey Delights – The Smell of Acceptance

I am linking here to an earlier post which fits exactly with today’s prompt.

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Tell us your story. Tell us about a journey — whether a physical trip you took, or an emotional one.

Ouma, tiny in stature, warm, loving, kind. I can smell the cooking from the minuscule, can’t turn around kitchen. The smell of acceptance and safety. I remember seeing her, I did not know it would be the last, fragile, yearning to go to her place in the heavens, (a deeply religious soul).

“…en ek sal in die huis van die HERE bly in lengte van dae.” (Psalm 23 – I will stay in the house of the Lord for the length of days).

Staring at the coffin, my heart constricts, fluid pouring from my eyes and nose, I wonder why it does not come out of my ears, I feel I am dying myself. It felt like the end, end of a home, a place of safety, an unconditional love. I felt I would never know such a place again. Not so much a place but an attitude. Years later I see her and feel her and I miss her, my grandfather, I miss him, (man of few words, teddy bear of a person, shrouded in pipe smoke, kind), wishing them well in whatever rebirth they have taken. Both my grandparents, down to earth, uncontrived. I have not met such people again. They were innocents in a complex manipulative world. Thank you Ouma and Oupa for your heartfulness. Life really only offers a few such opportunities if we are lucky. Lady luck, turn your gaze on me now.

Ouma and Oupa standing, first and second on the right.

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Sign outside the cemetery, isn’t life ironic?

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Oupa: 21-10-1900 to 01-09-1985, Ouma: 05-01-1902 to 26-08-1999.

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DAILY POST | MEMORY ON THE MENU | Quintessence of Taste

Daily Prompt Writing Task: Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?

Gourmet Delights | Quintessence of Taste

The Koeksister: Sweet, divine and twisted, oozing drippiness delight, guaranteed to create a haze of sweetness | Walking on a balmy day, smiling, almost skipping, picking mulberries along the Dusi, flowing skirts, long hair, the sweet purpley twistedness staining our mouths and baskets.
Image below and recipe link from Justeasyrecipies.

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The Sago Pudding: Hazy warmth and hugs, boerekos from the kitchen that couldn’t turn around | Tiny plump loving pouring forth from Ouma’s long past days.
Sago Pudding image and recipe from MyCookBook South Africa.

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The Pickled Onion: Sharp sourness, guaranteed to create involuntary face contortions as the cheeks suck in | Sharp, now, unlikliness of encounter created, unfolded by the dream and firefly sight.

Not either or, but AND…

 

 

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The Next Big Thing | 365 Days of Writing Prompts | iPulse

365 Days of Writing Prompts: The next big thing. What will the next must-have technological innovation be? Jetpacks? Hoverboards? Wind-powered calculators?

 

Strap on iPulse, forget about Android and iPhone, this is the ultimate fashion forward accessory to stand out from the crowd. Great for Millenials, hands free no bother technology, synced to your pulse, no battery required. It’s like you are born with an extension to your arm. Best Hipster accessory. Don’t look silly look hot. Modern Retro look, imagine the Selfies you can take. Why wait, get your arm extension today!