The Banjo Player, by Fenton Johnson
There is music in me, the music of a peasant people
I wander through the levee, picking my banjo and singing my songs of the cabin and the field
At the Last Chance Saloon I am as welcome as the violets in March;
there is always food and drink for me there, and the dimes of those who love honest music
Behind the railroad tracks the little children clap their hands and love me as they love Kris Kringle
But I fear that I am a failure
Last night a woman called me a troubadour
What is a troubadour?
There is music in me, the music of a peasant people
I wander through the levee, picking my banjo and singing my songs of the cabin and the field
At the Last Chance Saloon I am as welcome as the violets in March;
there is always food and drink for me there, and the dimes of those who love honest music
Behind the railroad tracks the little children clap their hands and love me as they love Kris Kringle
But I fear that I am a failure
Last night a woman called me a troubadour
What is a troubadour?
21 Great Writing Tips by Famous Authors
1. The first draft of everything is shit. -Ernest Hemingway
2. Never use jargon words like reconceptualize, demassification, attitudinally, judgmentally. They are hallmarks of a pretentious ass. -David Ogilvy
3. If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy. – Dorothy Parker
4. Notice how many of the Olympic athletes effusively thanked their mothers for their success? “She drove me to my practice at four in the morning,” etc. Writing is not figure skating or skiing. Your mother will not make you a writer. My advice to any young person who wants to write is: leave home. -Paul Theroux
5. I would advise anyone who aspires to a writing career that before developing his talent he would be wise to develop a thick hide. — Harper Lee
6. You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. ― Jack London
7. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. — George Orwell
8. There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are. ― W. Somerset Maugham
9. If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time — or the tools — to write. Simple as that. – Stephen King
10. Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong. – Neil Gaiman
11. Imagine that you are dying. If you had a terminal disease would you finish this book? Why not? The thing that annoys this 10-weeks-to-live self is the thing that is wrong with the book. So change it. Stop arguing with yourself. Change it. See? Easy. And no one had to die. – Anne Enright
12. If writing seems hard, it’s because it is hard. It’s one of the hardest things people do. – William Zinsser
13. Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college. – Kurt Vonnegut
14. Prose is architecture, not interior decoration. – Ernest Hemingway
15. Write drunk, edit sober. – Ernest Hemingway
16. Get through a draft as quickly as possible. Hard to know the shape of the thing until you have a draft. Literally, when I wrote the last page of my first draft of Lincoln’s Melancholy I thought, Oh, shit, now I get the shape of this. But I had wasted years, literally years, writing and re-writing the first third to first half. The old writer’s rule applies: Have the courage to write badly. – Joshua Wolf Shenk
17. Substitute ‘damn’ every time you’re inclined to write ‘very;’ your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. – Mark Twain
18. Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there’ll always be better writers than you and there’ll always be smarter writers than you. There will always be people who are much better at doing this or doing that — but you are the only you. ― Neil Gaiman
19. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. – Oscar Wilde
20. You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ― Ray Bradbury
21. Don’t take anyone’s writing advice too seriously. – Lev Grossman
1. The first draft of everything is shit. -Ernest Hemingway
2. Never use jargon words like reconceptualize, demassification, attitudinally, judgmentally. They are hallmarks of a pretentious ass. -David Ogilvy
3. If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy. – Dorothy Parker
4. Notice how many of the Olympic athletes effusively thanked their mothers for their success? “She drove me to my practice at four in the morning,” etc. Writing is not figure skating or skiing. Your mother will not make you a writer. My advice to any young person who wants to write is: leave home. -Paul Theroux
5. I would advise anyone who aspires to a writing career that before developing his talent he would be wise to develop a thick hide. — Harper Lee
6. You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. ― Jack London
7. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. — George Orwell
8. There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are. ― W. Somerset Maugham
9. If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time — or the tools — to write. Simple as that. – Stephen King
10. Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong. – Neil Gaiman
11. Imagine that you are dying. If you had a terminal disease would you finish this book? Why not? The thing that annoys this 10-weeks-to-live self is the thing that is wrong with the book. So change it. Stop arguing with yourself. Change it. See? Easy. And no one had to die. – Anne Enright
12. If writing seems hard, it’s because it is hard. It’s one of the hardest things people do. – William Zinsser
13. Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college. – Kurt Vonnegut
14. Prose is architecture, not interior decoration. – Ernest Hemingway
15. Write drunk, edit sober. – Ernest Hemingway
16. Get through a draft as quickly as possible. Hard to know the shape of the thing until you have a draft. Literally, when I wrote the last page of my first draft of Lincoln’s Melancholy I thought, Oh, shit, now I get the shape of this. But I had wasted years, literally years, writing and re-writing the first third to first half. The old writer’s rule applies: Have the courage to write badly. – Joshua Wolf Shenk
17. Substitute ‘damn’ every time you’re inclined to write ‘very;’ your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. – Mark Twain
18. Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there’ll always be better writers than you and there’ll always be smarter writers than you. There will always be people who are much better at doing this or doing that — but you are the only you. ― Neil Gaiman
19. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. – Oscar Wilde
20. You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ― Ray Bradbury
21. Don’t take anyone’s writing advice too seriously. – Lev Grossman
Writing is about getting happy. ~Stephen King
“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink.”
“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink.”
Near or far,
the journey could be;
Circumstances are never at par!Big or small,
the reasons could be;
Problems would befall!Long or short,
the distance could be;
Pain could be as heavy as a quart!Night or day,
the time could be;
Love is always ruled with a different sway!Hot or cold,
the choice could be;
Don’t hold on to the greed for gold!Hate or love,
the emotion could be;
Unity at the time of war is all above!Peace or turmoil,
the mind’s state could be;
Courage must be embroiled!Success or failure,
the result could be;
You ought to sail like a sailor!Life or death,
the situation could be;
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the journey could be;
Circumstances are never at par!Big or small,
the reasons could be;
Problems would befall!Long or short,
the distance could be;
Pain could be as heavy as a quart!Night or day,
the time could be;
Love is always ruled with a different sway!Hot or cold,
the choice could be;
Don’t hold on to the greed for gold!Hate or love,
the emotion could be;
Unity at the time of war is all above!Peace or turmoil,
the mind’s state could be;
Courage must be embroiled!Success or failure,
the result could be;
You ought to sail like a sailor!Life or death,
the situation could be;
The truth would never be underneath!!The post Reality! appeared first on wOrgasm.
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Reality! - wOrgasm
Near or far, the journey could be; Circumstances are never at par! Big or small, the reasons could be; Problems would befall! Long or short, the distance could be; Pain could be as heavy as a quart! Night or day, the time could be; Love is always ruled with…
A tale of four clans - part 1
Four clans, to rise or fall.
Four clans, for one and all.
Together they face all that befalls.
The clans that answers the land's call.
Tillers- we tend to toil.
We till and sow in our soil.
From dawn to dusk, we moil.
Land is what, we roil.
Morning light, we sow to reap.
With seeds that are sown deep.
Sunshine and skys that weep
Gives us food that we heep.
Fighters we are,
Brave soldiers by far.
Our trophies, are our scars.
We shield, as we spar.
King and country, we protect.
From enemies, both indirect and direct.
Mountains and lands we trek,
To protect our land, that we love and deck.
One clan to soothe and heal,
We protect the land's zeal.
Disease and illness we seal.
Science is the weapon we wield.
King and people, we revive,
Through our healing rive.
From flood to drought, we survive.
Service is what, we thrive.
We reside on the golden seat of the mountains cold,
Power and treasure we hold.
Honor and valour from our old,
Is only companion that we enfold.
A king to rule them all.
A king to bind them all.
A king who stands tall,
One who answers his people's call.
Thus the land thrived and strived,
Because of the clans, it survived.
No matter the hardship it revived,
Expanding and flourishing in its stride.
#riya
Four clans, to rise or fall.
Four clans, for one and all.
Together they face all that befalls.
The clans that answers the land's call.
Tillers- we tend to toil.
We till and sow in our soil.
From dawn to dusk, we moil.
Land is what, we roil.
Morning light, we sow to reap.
With seeds that are sown deep.
Sunshine and skys that weep
Gives us food that we heep.
Fighters we are,
Brave soldiers by far.
Our trophies, are our scars.
We shield, as we spar.
King and country, we protect.
From enemies, both indirect and direct.
Mountains and lands we trek,
To protect our land, that we love and deck.
One clan to soothe and heal,
We protect the land's zeal.
Disease and illness we seal.
Science is the weapon we wield.
King and people, we revive,
Through our healing rive.
From flood to drought, we survive.
Service is what, we thrive.
We reside on the golden seat of the mountains cold,
Power and treasure we hold.
Honor and valour from our old,
Is only companion that we enfold.
A king to rule them all.
A king to bind them all.
A king who stands tall,
One who answers his people's call.
Thus the land thrived and strived,
Because of the clans, it survived.
No matter the hardship it revived,
Expanding and flourishing in its stride.
#riya
Seeking hands, soothing words,
Loving touch, barely heard.
Silly whispers, caring gaze,
Loving enfold, lover's haze.
Starry sky, soulful night,
Healing grace, pretty sight.
Coming together, falling apart,
Duet song , a beautiful start.
Hourly message, daily calls,
Bouncy steps, walking tall.
Dreams on hold, life on fire,
Fears untold, sought out desire.
Weekly meet, warming greet,
Touching gifts, living sweet.
Hamer falls, fate calls,
Nasty words, feeling small.
Identity tested, dreams persisted.
Proving worth, love tested.
Hurting heart, crying eyes,
Shattering apart, with pretty lies.
Once soothing, now annoying.
Strategic plans, troops deploying.
Shattered heart, failing miserably.
Lovers hold, breaking amicably.
Yearning soul, faking smiles.
Bearly whole, saddening lies.
Chance meet, brimming eyes,
Slowly retreat, breaking ties.
Healing heart, doubting all,
Another story, a different fall.
#riya
Loving touch, barely heard.
Silly whispers, caring gaze,
Loving enfold, lover's haze.
Starry sky, soulful night,
Healing grace, pretty sight.
Coming together, falling apart,
Duet song , a beautiful start.
Hourly message, daily calls,
Bouncy steps, walking tall.
Dreams on hold, life on fire,
Fears untold, sought out desire.
Weekly meet, warming greet,
Touching gifts, living sweet.
Hamer falls, fate calls,
Nasty words, feeling small.
Identity tested, dreams persisted.
Proving worth, love tested.
Hurting heart, crying eyes,
Shattering apart, with pretty lies.
Once soothing, now annoying.
Strategic plans, troops deploying.
Shattered heart, failing miserably.
Lovers hold, breaking amicably.
Yearning soul, faking smiles.
Bearly whole, saddening lies.
Chance meet, brimming eyes,
Slowly retreat, breaking ties.
Healing heart, doubting all,
Another story, a different fall.
#riya
She comes to me only in nights
She hugs me tightly whenever she had a fight
I have seen many of her tears
I have been the one to console her fears
When she is annoyed she beats me
When she is hurt she needs me
I am the one she have her childish fights
We become close when there is no lights
When she is tired she rests her head on me
A soothing friend is what she sees in me
When she is scared she holds me tight
I am the only one for her, when everything else is quiet
I have seen her nightmares and dreams
I have heard her mouns and screams
I want to hold her but I can't
I want to heal her but I can't
I want to make her happy
I want to make her merry
But alas I can't I could not
Give her what she wants
She is a beautiful broken Willow
And I am her silly soothing pillow
#riya
She hugs me tightly whenever she had a fight
I have seen many of her tears
I have been the one to console her fears
When she is annoyed she beats me
When she is hurt she needs me
I am the one she have her childish fights
We become close when there is no lights
When she is tired she rests her head on me
A soothing friend is what she sees in me
When she is scared she holds me tight
I am the only one for her, when everything else is quiet
I have seen her nightmares and dreams
I have heard her mouns and screams
I want to hold her but I can't
I want to heal her but I can't
I want to make her happy
I want to make her merry
But alas I can't I could not
Give her what she wants
She is a beautiful broken Willow
And I am her silly soothing pillow
#riya
When asked what she liked?
She answered: I like cooking my family and pets.
😄😄
#usepunctuations
@pensivepost
She answered: I like cooking my family and pets.
😄😄
#usepunctuations
@pensivepost
#Death
Freedom from the known
a life after death to live alone
A wish to see, who comes along
when I am ready to leave, & gone.
@worgasm
@pensivepost
Freedom from the known
a life after death to live alone
A wish to see, who comes along
when I am ready to leave, & gone.
@worgasm
@pensivepost
Setting sun, fading echo.
Grasping hands, failing to let go.
Paining heart, parting ways.
Churning Memories, eternally stays.
Dimming light, fading hope.
Greying skies, failing slope.
Tearing soul, tethering world.
Screaming silence, barely heard.
Vacant eyes, empty stares.
Void days, filling despair.
Breaking soul, lonely being.
Shattering whole, a soundless keeying.
Passing days, waiting sunbreak.
Healing road, waiting to take.
Souling song, soothing grace.
Friendly hugs, knowing face.
Another flight, a reckless fall.
Seeking hands, an enchanting call.
Healing heart, fading scars.
Soaring love, a shooting star.
Hurting memories, to an easing echo.
Raising sun, a breezy meadow.
Making promises, a shaky step.
Pairing heart, slowly crept.
Healing all, healing whole.
Leaning shoulder, a companion soul.
Finally whole, finally healed.
Through a paired heart, eternally sealed.
By: #riya
Grasping hands, failing to let go.
Paining heart, parting ways.
Churning Memories, eternally stays.
Dimming light, fading hope.
Greying skies, failing slope.
Tearing soul, tethering world.
Screaming silence, barely heard.
Vacant eyes, empty stares.
Void days, filling despair.
Breaking soul, lonely being.
Shattering whole, a soundless keeying.
Passing days, waiting sunbreak.
Healing road, waiting to take.
Souling song, soothing grace.
Friendly hugs, knowing face.
Another flight, a reckless fall.
Seeking hands, an enchanting call.
Healing heart, fading scars.
Soaring love, a shooting star.
Hurting memories, to an easing echo.
Raising sun, a breezy meadow.
Making promises, a shaky step.
Pairing heart, slowly crept.
Healing all, healing whole.
Leaning shoulder, a companion soul.
Finally whole, finally healed.
Through a paired heart, eternally sealed.
By: #riya