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rzwritestuff: HELLO, READERS, I'M BACK
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Sunday, January 30, 2011. HELLO, READERS, I'M BACK. What I have Been Up To. One thing I have done. S finish my book,. The Woman Who Named Herself. My first book of poetry ,. Meant to honor women who have chosen a name other than their birth name, as an affirmative act of naming themselves, in a society where too often they, and I have been defined by others. But I believe her comment opened my eyes too, that many experiences recounted in the book are ones that many women may relate to. I am planning anot...
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rzwritestuff: METAPHOR EXERCISE
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Monday, July 12, 2010. For the past four years in one of my writing groups, we have randomly selected. Five or six words from the dictionary. The next meeting we try to bring something we have written which includes these words. I like the exercise, because it often triggers a person to think out of their usual groove, and often has started a poem I might otherwise not have written. First I wrote phrases suggesting landscape elements that expressed the emotions. Then I joined them. The setting was pu...
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rzwritestuff: February 2011
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Monday, February 21, 2011. Autumn Concert. Mixed Media Collage. By Ruth Zachary©. COURTING YOUR MUSE Part 1. No one starts out being a great writer. But we all have the potential to become one. I really believe this is true for nearly everyone, and yet I have so much to learn. I want to try to access the intuitive process of writing , and identify the ways to capture that elusive muse. Some others went a step farther, saying there were two separate processes during writing. Peter Elbow ,. Elbow also said...
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rzwritestuff: September 2010
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010. ACCESSING THE METAPHORIC MIND. Susan Buller in my writing group told us as an exercise, she had written down her idea as fast as she could write, without stopping. I am not sure if she wrote it in longhand, or on her computer. Following is the poem she wrote:. Sincerely startled by a sultry wind. Gaping into two holes. Frosted onto five loaves. I sing on a wing that belongs to someone else. I wonder will my time ever come. Can I ever discover. What has taken me this far.
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rzwritestuff: November 2011
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Monday, November 14, 2011. Last night, Masterpiece Theatre produced a play, from Christopher Reid's poem,. The Song of Lunch,. By the same name. It is a dialogue between two people, in which a narrator, one of he characters, gives voice to the inner thoughts of the man, a publisher and writer, who meets his ex-beloved for lunch. (Alan Rickman). Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Art by Ruth Zachary. Books by Ruth Zachary. Notes to Readers from Ruth. Poetry by Ruth Zachary. WHEN WORDS RUN OUT.
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rzwritestuff: Artist-Writer Background
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Wwwrzachary.com- Website Featuring Several Categories of Ruth Zachary's Art. Ruthzacharyart.blogspot.com - A Blog About Art Techniques of Montage and Mixed Media Collage. Ruthzachary.blogspot.com - About Abstract Art, Patterned Field Landscapes and Geometric Compositions by Ruth Zachary. Rzwritestuff.blogspot.com - About Writing and Poetry, to Network with Other Writers. Cuckooschild.blogspot.com - About Family. Poetry and Vintage Montages by Ruth Zachary. 8226;She taught Printmaking classes at the Battl...
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rzwritestuff: ACCESSING THE METAPHORIC MIND
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010. ACCESSING THE METAPHORIC MIND. Susan Buller in my writing group told us as an exercise, she had written down her idea as fast as she could write, without stopping. I am not sure if she wrote it in longhand, or on her computer. Following is the poem she wrote:. Sincerely startled by a sultry wind. Gaping into two holes. Frosted onto five loaves. I sing on a wing that belongs to someone else. I wonder will my time ever come. Can I ever discover. What has taken me this far.
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rzwritestuff: January 2011
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Sunday, January 30, 2011. HELLO, READERS, I'M BACK. What I have Been Up To. One thing I have done. S finish my book,. The Woman Who Named Herself. My first book of poetry ,. Meant to honor women who have chosen a name other than their birth name, as an affirmative act of naming themselves, in a society where too often they, and I have been defined by others. But I believe her comment opened my eyes too, that many experiences recounted in the book are ones that many women may relate to. I am planning anot...
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rzwritestuff: July 2010
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010. Sometimes a dream is a subject for a poem. I woke up one morning thinking about a friend, and wondering if I had failed to respond to her when she needed comfort. Dreams often present ideas for poems, and often the images in dreams are incredible metaphors for writing one. She related her story, how her. Father was buried by a second wife,. Under a tasteless headstone,. Where if she visited, she would. Be assaulted by the reproach. Of her father’s wishes denied. For the past fou...
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rzwritestuff: IN YOUR DREAMS
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010. Sometimes a dream is a subject for a poem. I woke up one morning thinking about a friend, and wondering if I had failed to respond to her when she needed comfort. Dreams often present ideas for poems, and often the images in dreams are incredible metaphors for writing one. She related her story, how her. Father was buried by a second wife,. Under a tasteless headstone,. Where if she visited, she would. Be assaulted by the reproach. Of her father’s wishes denied. Books by Ruth Za...
