Georgie's CrumbsThe scars lie in zigzags across my throat. I don't remember the knife that made them, and they're not the point of this story; Annie is, and I'm mentioning them because she never asked about them. I loved her for that. Instead, when she found that I always played extras at the drama club because there were days when I couldn't speak in anything but a whisper, she taught me how to mime. I spent hours practicing in their dusty living room, swaying to the clatter of Georgie's nails on the piano keys. Georgie plays piano like Annie rides horses.Georgie's Crumbs by Solarune
I still find the memory of her down by the old dirt road, where he put Georgie's piano. I turn my head and catch the scent of the wind, the way the air felt when she smiled, the way the dirt tasted when I stumbled off the horse and she caught my hand and brought me up beside her, drew me up to the sky.
I sometimes wonder what she'd have done if I'd been on the ground that day. I drew up Rook before the corner because I wasn't bold like Annie, didn'
falls over Fridayeverything falls over Friday like it likesfalls over Friday by Solarune
I'm working then Saturday-Sunday
are the only times I can ride the moped
along the Lantic cliff-bones. Billy's strapped in the sidecart,
Billy's eyes are cereal bowls. Mum says I'll kill him.
Last Friday a cow went over and I didn't see it
sprawled on the sand, blood going black:
I was working. Everything falls over Friday.
Saturday-Sunday hikers stride
along the Lantic cliff-bones like they like
thinking they're gods, hikers' faces thunder
coastpaths I'll kill them
Billy's face is milk skimmed by the wind, Billy
looked the same way the Friday Dad
sprawled on the sand, blood going back to the sea
Mum says I'll kill him but nothing
falls over Saturday-Sunday
everything falls over Friday like it likes
I'm working then so I can't fall over too
25the world seen like smoke, too strong to speak:25 by Solarune
green and growing still
in someone to split my soul
and hold the half beside me.
RainEverybody hates the rain. It interferes with their busy lives. They never stop to think that the world is crying, crying that they don't care about the beauty outside their city walls, outside the gray dullness that is their life. The rain is crying for them, for the horizons they have not seen, for the places they have not explored, for the oceans they have not swum in. The rain has seen the world outside this city, outside the routines, those routines that even prisoners don't deserve to go through. Would these people not enjoy laying on white sandy beaches basking in the sun, or climb a mountain in the cool morning, just to see the fiery sun rising from east? Why would they ever imprison themselves in living such a dull life? And so the rain pours it's tears from the heavens above, to help the awful dullness be even darker, even grayer. "Those businessmen and women want me do they not?" The rain would never seem so dull if those city dwellers were hiking through a rain forestRain by forgottenletters
The Written Revolution, Interviews On Writing
TWR Interviews: On Writing
Together with our Mentorship Project, we'll be releasing a series of interviews with experienced writers and members of our community. They will all have a different focus, according to the parts of the Project they are paired with.
This being the first article, it will contain some general advice on writing. It will be updated as more deviants contribute to it, so keep an eye out!
The deviants who so kindly shared their views with us for this article are:
Bob Hicok's advice to young poets"The ones who succeed write the way they want to, not as they think they should. Which means there’s a lot of to hell with you to doing this. The more you have an eye on the world and who’s knocking on your door, the harder it is to be your own person. So hole up. Cultivate the chip on your shoulder. Let it grow into a tree."
From this interview.
Bob has long been one of my all-time most adored poets. My favorite poem (which I can mostly quote from memory now) is Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally A Love Poem. I've shared it before, but you should read it again:
My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers
of my palms tell me so.
Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish
at the same time. I think
praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn. I think
staying up and waiting
for paintings to sigh is sci
Groups Need More Respect - A Change In RulesHi all. This is TheMaidenInBlack, writing on behalf of theWrittenRevolution, its admins, and probably a whole lot of other people from the whole of deviantART.
(if you wish to share this article with the community, I definitely suggest you to do so. The more people see it the better, as this not only applies to our group I'm sure)
Just to explain for those who don't know this, or come upon this journal by chance, our group is a critique group that has a few essential rulesrose and Poetry gallery have a 1500 word limit, Longer Works folder 3000To submit, you must write some feedback questions in the Artist's Comments of the deviation you want to submitYou must show us that you critiqued one other work in our gallery in the last weekWe unfortunately only accept deviations in English, but never any with excessively mature content.We don't accept chapters of stories, or fanfiction. Only your original work, only standalone pieces.
As a side note, we are generally less likely to acc
Members can write blogs for theWrittenRevolution!What we accept
Any writing, or Lit-related blogs that would benefit the community, and that have some relevance or interest to our members – for example blogs advertising your Lit contest or writing challenge. We don't accept personal advertisements because it would be unfair – we only share blogs that promote other deviants' participation.
So, something like "please help promote my novel/give me critique" would not be accepted, but something like "I'm looking for people to participate in a literary collaboration/I'm holding a literature chat event" would be. Other blogs we'll accept are writing guides, discussions about literature, interviews and announcements of events. See the list below for examples of member-written blogs!
Also, if there is a piece of news that you think tWR members would be interested in, but it's not long enough for a blog post or you don't want to write one, you can always note us and ask us to
As some of you may or may not know, I am a little bit obsessed with traditional folk songs and music. Most of these songs that you hear are lovely, but very cis-white-straight-male-able-bodied-etc. centric. So this is a new project that I've started, to compile (because I believe there must be some old trad songs out there), to edit (because some only need a little tweaking and it's always good to see things from a different perspective) and to write (in the traditional style) folk songs that are diverse!
What do I mean by diverse? I am thinking of intersectionally feminist, LGBTQIA+-inclusive, disabled-inclusive, people-of-all-races-inclusive songs. Things that you don't hear about so often in folk.
This is NOT a project just to collect feminist folk songs (i.e. songs about straight white cis women empowering themselves). These songs are great and are not excluded from this, but there IS an established feminist folk canon. This project is to be heavily focused on LGBTQIA+ people, disabled people and ethnic minorities. (And any other minorities/underrepresented groups that my brain has missed out.)
I want to welcome anyone and everyone to this project, regardless of how much time/support they give and regardless of what experience they're coming from!
PEOPLE WE WANT: folk song experts, programmers, performers, singers, writers, academics, translators, artists, people who can help promote this, and anyone who is interested!
I'm really excited about this project and I would love people to get involved, so please join, share, follow and spread the word! Thank you so much!
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Hola. I am Sol. I play folk music and write things, ramble (geographically, when I can, and conversationally, more than I should) and I enjoy delicious vegetarian food and long interesting conversations. I also tie knots and teach people to tie knots.
I speak a decent amount of Spanish – I'm not fully fluent, but I like to practice, so feel free to write to me en español (I'm quarter-Spanish and I lived there for a few years).
I'm not on dA as much as I used to be (and most of my writing is showing its age a bit!) but I occasionally poke my nose in. I have a tumblr where I reblog stuff I like and stuff about what's often broadly termed social justice (more specifically intersectional feminism, anti-racism, LGBTQIA+ rights, making the world more accessible for disabled and non-neurotypical people, anti-classism, anti-capitalism, anti-ageism for both children and the elderly, environmentalism – the list goes on).
I am in no way an expert on any of this stuff, and I always try to listen and to learn, to communicate and participate, to be compassionate and empathic. If I do anything that upsets you or that you consider oppressive, please tell me – I'd much rather be told than not. Discussion and communication is the way forward.
I'm also on Twitter, and I'm a reviewer for Bright Young Folk (you can read my reviews here if you're interested.)
I love: writing, playing music, pianos, folk dancing, books, the colour blue, the sun, delicious vegetarian food, plaid shirts and colourful clothes, happiness, high places in the wind, the early evening, the sea, the smell of the earth in the sun, fresh bread, change, the forest, the city I live in, meeting new people and having random conversations, festivals, my friends, family and my partner. I spend perhaps too much time daydreaming in proportion to living. I have always wanted to fly and I have a strange obsession with potatoes. Potatoes rule.
My inbox is generally in a state of overflow and I go hacking through it with a virtual machete when I can (it's not quite as violent as it sounds, promise), but I have to take it slow for the sake of RL and my sanity. So please don't feel I'm ignoring you if I take
I was an admin over at theWrittenRevolution from 2010 to 2013. They are a wonderful group and were (and still are!) basically my dA family. I highly recommend them if you're looking for critique on your writing. (
Life is not about the destination, but the journey.
The world needs more smiles. So have one.
"It is not fair to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming." – Kathleen Winter