The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Revisions

When I think of revisions, I consider making the original work better and/or changing the words (referencing a poem or story) to another word that may make more sense or allow the document to flow better. However, revisions may not necessarily include making the document "better",it may have been find the way it was, but just needed an uplift and/or to be structured to fit a certain audience.

Revisions can be changes the author wish to make on his/her own free will, or simply because he/she was not satisfied with the original product. Or revisions are simply changes made on something written for correction or improvement (similar to the dictionaries wording). 

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Revised Poems

Ode to Mashed Potatoes: Revised

The fork
is your deceiver.
Do not call him your prince,
but a marvelous princess
you are.
Wanted by
the village
folk
carrots, peas, and broccoli,
who await your
courtship.
First on the
white, flat, platform
that arranges
each of you together.
The one you
choose will
accompany
your buttery
skin
down the
matrimonial
black isle.
Your creamy
arms are
wrapped
with a loose,
tense embrace
claiming your
choice,
exclaiming your
juicy, chewing
emotions
you allow
to show about
your
delicious
companion.
What beauty
blends from
your tasteful
union,
feeling warm
with the knowledge
of a cloudy
crimson, fulfilled
reception arena.

The Delicious Village Prince: Revised 

My tongue sticks to the top of my mouth
glazing liquid extracts through my teeth,
I must resist the temptation
by the steam you release, with the
sweet aroma you possess
how can I put you back?
Structure aligned,
voices whisper
each neighbor
familiar with
your royal past,
the history of your design.
Although known as a prince,
your desire not to reign
but to be among the rest.
Feet barely trudging 
eye glances absent of power.
You are aware of your scent,
and strive to be acknowledged in each cottage.
Every child adores you, every mother scowls
at your appearance.  
I am trying to control my urge,
my sudden twitch
struggling to open my mouth,
it is then, you catch me staring.
No longer can I hold back,
I reach for your body.

This poem was written using three words from my Ode. I wanted to find three words that I felt fit well together in a silly context, and well, the end result was a "Delicious Village Prince"!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

The writer of my choice.

When I was in high school I was introduced to Jodi Picoult. The first novel I read by her was "The Pact". I have also read: "The Tenth Circle", "Nineteen Minutes", "Plain Truth", "My Sister's Keeper", and "Salem Falls". All of her work, at least the novels I've read, involve the law, a court room, and someone wrongfully accused. Jodi also uses the same character in a few of her novels, which offers up a nice twist to the story, and keeps the reader paying attention.

http://www.jodipicoult.com/

The synopsis of "Nineteen Minutes":

In Sterling, New Hampshire, 17-year-old high school student Peter Houghton has endured years of verbal and physical abuse at the hands of classmates. His best friend, Josie Cormier, succumbed to peer pressure and now hangs out with the popular crowd that often instigates the harassment. One final incident of bullying sends Peter over the edge and leads him to commit an act of violence that forever changes the lives of Sterling’s residents.

Even those who were not inside the school that morning find their lives in an upheaval, including Alex Cormier. The superior court judge assigned to the Houghton case, Alex—whose daughter, Josie, witnessed the events that unfolded—must decide whether or not to step down. She’s torn between presiding over the biggest case of her career and knowing that doing so will cause an even wider chasm in her relationship with her emotionally fragile daughter. Josie, meanwhile, claims she can’t remember what happened in the last fatal minutes of Peter’s rampage. Or can she? And Peter’s parents, Lacy and Lewis Houghton, ceaselessly examine the past to see what they might have said or done to compel their son to such extremes.