As the horrendous miasma of what can only be described as liberal smugness and a hint of jasmine scented Bed Bath & Beyond body mist continued to permeate my olfactory membrane, I suddenly realized that, in my haste to leave this god-forsaken edifice emblazoned with the name "Democratic National Committee", I forgot to lock the doors of my trusty Ford truck, only to find a desolate region of blacktop once occupied by Old Red, leaving me isolated to only my wits in an attempt to leave this infestation once known as the great city of Chicago.
or
Since plastic dinosaurs are made from oil, and oil is made from dinosaurs, then plastic dinosaurs are made from real dinosaurs.
I would like to clarify that, while I did structure the actual sentence, the content of the better of the two (the dinosaur tale) came from an old joke/meme. Don't want to take credit where credit is due!
As the skies grew a foreboding somber gray, it was with bitter trepidation that I left the stage of the world, no longer willing to toil fruitlessly, or bear witness to the great lady liberty weeping, as if reconciled to the knowledge that she could shine upon the world no longer.
Thank's :) Perhaps one day I shall take the time to write something of note. I will need a good editor. "If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write something worth reading or do things worth writing." Benjamin Franklin Regards, O.A.
As I approached the stony path, canopied by natures grace, I caught, the sweet smell of wet wood and beach towels, the faint echoing of the days laughter splashing the sun; the lake, quiet now, I slowly sauntered, settling down on a wet bench in remembrance, of those cherished times past.
Can you picture that? For me, it's comfort food for the mind.
Thanks. The truly hard part is having written the entire contents of your heart into something that brings laughter and tears one must often edit the best let it fall to the deck and standing walk over the emotions without slipping searching for a red pencil come back proofing and punctuating for it is final effort that makes a sentance and finds joy of watching others read and search for the mop..
Which reminds me about the skeleton walking into a bar and askig for a beer and a mop.
Stare fixedly at the individual upwind. If they are smart they will do the same. Then look down wind and with appropriate facial expression disgust, disbelief, mirth..... no words needed. If very very sulfurous get up and move shaking head and grimacing also aholding breath then....the exhale. Passing the butt hillary method.
Perhaps, just a moment, a spec in time, needs only a sponge for the mopping of none.
As I always have observed of self...proofing and punctuating, that final effort,.. while searching for: Edit post. I wonder sometimes of my ill chosen or mistaken words, conjunctions or adverbs, be they thoughts hidden over time.
The crew looked on in vain disdain And most sincerely wept For every one of Their Crabbing pots Were deep in the briny depths As the skipper gave back With an evil gargle Plenty of time was gained For chum to settle The Crabs to feast And return to the ship In those capture traps Again all of the Chummy Crabs Stood o high on the Menu Now Crab with White Sauce Is known to be Very very pleasing The very thought Hung in the air Ship's Cat licked his lips Sniffed the Air And considered his day Of feasting and dining The Skiipper continued tossing cookies Joined in support by the rest of his crew As the Gulls began to gather. And none of hem rookies The pots came up the sea gulls flew The work was hard and tiring Yet that very night There was not one light In the little ships sole galley But only the sound of a burp and a purr From the Old Tom known as Sally! .. rush job
Always got that way below underway... that's why I was Captain!, and also, the years first pumpout!!!... at that time, it was wished, I was only a guest. chum's away!
Here is one, I have, for the moment, in the new book, it's separated as commentary in script to set it apart. Hoping it'll add philosophical meaning to a direct text...kind of my cake and eating it too.
Your conscious voice: The Journey has begun.
"Spoken to by the subconscious, the cornerstone of Conscience and the stairway to the mind, unaware that one day thee will announce one's self, 'I AM'...on the wings of Metaphors."
There is so much that depends on context that it is hard to single out a sentence without it becoming an epigram. To me what comes before or after the sentence, or even a word is what does it for me. Example, "But I don't think of you, Mr. Toohey." -- Ayn Rand. That is one of the really great sentences in all literature, but you MUST be aware of what prefaces it. Take some of Hemingway as another example. He is far from my favorite author but he does have a way with words.One author may describe a woman as having the attributes of this, that, and the other. Hemingway would describe the same woman, "Not bad." Reporter: Mr. Hemingway, your novels are so full of..... Hemingway: Short sentences/
I am truly impressed! As someone who majored in Englih and Philosophy, my skill stops at the analytical. Creative writing was the hardest course I ever took, I have no vision in my head of what does not exist. My favorite author for creative sentences, is Thomas Wolfe, "Look Homeward Angel". A longtime fan of English literature, I came slowly to accept US writers. Wolfe seemed to pick his adjectives like an artist placing paint on a canvas.Although I had learned speed reading in North Dakota . schools, I soon came to think of it as an insult to writing so thought out as Wolfe's. I would reread sentences and realize each word was perfect, and no other choice would have had quite the same meaning or nuance. A great sentence can be simple, but it is the honesty of the picture it crates that makes it great, not style.
Yes, it is a balancing act, but you must start with an honest picture...+1
I myself have battled the forces of "look see" which came along while doing quite well in all respects, (pronunciations, reading, spelling and sentence structures.) with phonics....it's taken a life time to recover. I'm now enjoying the company of an old friend, (writing), which may have been my essence all along.
You obviously have the gift of creativity. I am more like Sherlock Holmes, I see a sentence, and I ask, what does it really mean, why did they put it that way, what are they hiding. I once took down a Supt. of Schools, who said he could not compete, as I saw through everything he tried to sell, which was collectivism in the classroom.Be it via letters to the editor or face to face, I knew what they really meant and hit back, so others could see and understand. Actually, I worked in a US Congressman's office, checking for poor grammar in releases sent out, and that was a full time job, as the person generating a lot of them had a "Masters of Education", and some of the poorest English I had seen.
Thanks. Given the fact that I avoided writing, (except direct procedural work and song writing), for so long, I'm terrible at every bit of it. It takes a lot of work to get it right. It's getting easier but I need a major refresher course in Phonics. Progressive "Look see", really did a number on me. Talking with the other authors here has helped. We all are so self critical and are always searching to get it right...I wonder now, if you'd mis-judge our sentences on first drafts.
Your not alone on the picture thing, read an article on those that don't see. What's amazing is how their brain compensates and other talents emerge as a result. However, those that don't have a voice is a concern, our voice is critical for "Conscience" and self inspection to take place. I meet many young folks these days that claim they cannot rehearse a speech in their heads. That is troublesome. Julian Jaynes explains that before conscious awareness occurred there was a time when the "Voice" went away and all hell broke loose. Prior to consciousness of self, the voice was thought to be a god and not their own. Now you can understand bicameral man prior to the Greek civilization. The voice may have gone away during the dark ages as well but we can't be sure. Whats disturbing is the implications for present times.
Don't give up. I did non fiction writing, manuals etc. for years with a base of two english teachers for parents. My goal was fiction and it's a whole new world. I'm now doing final editing as in chopping pages to prepre for the individual who makes sure books are in the 1 of 10 or less category of those submitted. For me it was a retirement project and so far has filled five or six years of time not wasted on golf balls. If that's your dream life is long enouogh to do it all
Actually, I am happy to be in analytical settings, it goes well with all the philosophy and logic I studied. I can see right through the BS when facing a community meeting or school board deception. However, it never occurred to me until our daughter was little, that I could read her a tory, but not make one up. It worked, however, as sometimes when I had a headache, she asked to tell me a story, and she was incredible at it. She ended up with both sides of that coin. My issue was, I was interested in everything, and wanted to analyze it all, from my science and political science minors, to accounting which I still do, to information services which has been part of most things I have done. I just seriously lack the ability to visualize in pictures anything! I never knew it until recently, that there were no pictures in my head. So, when I read about architecture, which I love, I am blown away by someone like Frank Lloyd Wright, who could come up with such original designs.
both simplicity and direct meaning which draws on your imagination plus the style which hooks you into the concepts involved. . "young yet and tough, not at wit's end; we each need only say yes." -- j
p.s. that's from a poem from long ago, one of mine. .
I like a lot of what has been said here! I'll weigh in, too. It depends on the purpose of the sentence. Is it informative? Is it lyrical, prose, or poetry? Where is it being delivered? Let's remember the purpose of art, which is to express abstract concepts in concrete form. If it does that well, then I would consider it art. If it does it in a way that is appropriate for its medium, then it is a masterpiece.
Yes...I think my problem sometimes is I mix the arts and the different mediums with present day straight speak and the ways of writing old, which has had a profound impression on me and the way I wish to write and express my vision.
How would that present itself in the form of descriptive metaphors. Your chosen descriptions might bring to mind something different for each, not to mention the times the metaphor is set in.
As we see often in our present divided culture, one might except the authors authority and the other not. That's why we get different readings of the Constitution although, using the word "readings" in reference to the latter would bring an argument of semantic proportions...Humor.
I have always loved this one: Henry David Thoreau :." I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
I might note (shameless promotion) that sentiment is a plot device in my novel, which EVERYONE can get on Kindle for FREE: https://www.amazon.com/Cowboy-Dancing...
I'm going for bilingual humor the short bit at the end. Kid from Phoenix AZ in the Coast Guard and in the Bering. Family asks what do you need for Christmas. He answers ....
A question of mine also...might simplicity be a style also?, I think that would depend on the definition or the connotation of style in the times reflected. Definition of Style
In literature, style comprises many literary devices that an author employs to create a distinct feel for a work. These devices include, but are not limited to, point of view, symbolism, tone, imagery, diction, voice, syntax, and the method of narration. Style is a fundamental aspect of fiction, as it is naturally part of every work of prose written. Some types of writing are required to have a certain style, such as academic or journalistic writing. However, every work of creative writing takes on its own style.
By that definition, we may have to define: Simplicity.
Full Definition of simplicity plural simplicities
1 : the state of being simple, uncomplicated, or uncompounded
2 a : lack of subtlety or penetration : innocence, naivetéb : folly, silliness
3 : freedom from pretense or guile : candor
4 a : directness of expression : clarityb : restraint in ornamentation : austerity
Other than being simple or direct in style, by literary definition, they are mutually exclusive.
I was in the audience of a late night TV show while the Host was interviewing hiltery clintonia; when all of a sudden we began to notice hiltery with a strained look and a violent seat teetering motion, back and fourth, back and fourth, the floor vibrating in sync with her motion when out of the silence came the loudest anal burp I ever heard, flubbering on for what seemed like hours and a visible stench, rising to the ceiling like a cloud, our eyes watering, our noses inflamed with impending vomit, the host's metal coffee mug fell to the tile floor do to the vibration and a large spark shot out from it causing an explosion that would make an atomic bomb seem like a fire cracker...I fortunately was thrown to the back of the audience and was therefore protected from the aftermath; I stood up suddenly, not sure if I should run or not; at that moment, I saw only a tiny stream of smoke from where hiltery once sat, streaming toward the black hole at the center of our galaxy and the host was covered in a soot of black. I thanked my lucky stars and walked, shaken to the marrow, back to my car.
Yet out from that fetid black hole there came a cackle interspersed with coughs followed by a too familiar voice that said , "I'll be back." **** THE END?******
or
Since plastic dinosaurs are made from oil, and oil is made from dinosaurs, then plastic dinosaurs are made from real dinosaurs.
A feeble attempt on my part...
O.A.
Perhaps one day I shall take the time to write something of note. I will need a good editor.
"If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write something worth reading or do things worth writing." Benjamin Franklin
Regards,
O.A.
Can you picture that? For me, it's comfort food for the mind.
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Which reminds me about the skeleton walking into a bar and askig for a beer and a mop.
It's not over until the "fat lady" Farts!
Perhaps, just a moment, a spec in time, needs only a sponge for the mopping of none.
As I always have observed of self...proofing and punctuating, that final effort,.. while searching for: Edit post.
I wonder sometimes of my ill chosen or mistaken words, conjunctions or adverbs, be they thoughts hidden over time.
It's the chumming that gets you.
The crew looked on
in vain disdain
And most sincerely wept
For every one of
Their Crabbing pots
Were deep in the briny depths
As the skipper gave back
With an evil gargle
Plenty of time was gained
For chum to settle
The Crabs to feast
And return to the ship
In those capture traps
Again all of the Chummy Crabs
Stood o high on the Menu
Now Crab with White Sauce
Is known to be
Very very pleasing
The very thought
Hung in the air
Ship's Cat licked his lips
Sniffed the Air
And considered his day
Of feasting and dining
The Skiipper continued tossing cookies
Joined in support by the rest of his crew
As the Gulls began to gather.
And none of hem rookies
The pots came up the sea gulls flew
The work was hard and tiring
Yet that very night
There was not one light
In the little ships sole galley
But only the sound of a burp and a purr
From the Old Tom known as Sally!
..
rush job
Good night ole friend, tomorrow we'll try for something deeper...but we won't be crabbing.
Your conscious voice: The Journey has begun.
"Spoken to by the subconscious, the cornerstone of Conscience and the stairway to the mind, unaware that one day thee will announce one's self, 'I AM'...on the wings of Metaphors."
Reporter: Mr. Hemingway, your novels are so full of.....
Hemingway: Short sentences/
I myself have battled the forces of "look see" which came along while doing quite well in all respects, (pronunciations, reading, spelling and sentence structures.) with phonics....it's taken a life time to recover. I'm now enjoying the company of an old friend, (writing), which may have been my essence all along.
Talking with the other authors here has helped. We all are so self critical and are always searching to get it right...I wonder now, if you'd mis-judge our sentences on first drafts.
Your not alone on the picture thing, read an article on those that don't see. What's amazing is how their brain compensates and other talents emerge as a result.
However, those that don't have a voice is a concern, our voice is critical for "Conscience" and self inspection to take place. I meet many young folks these days that claim they cannot rehearse a speech in their heads. That is troublesome. Julian Jaynes explains that before conscious awareness occurred there was a time when the "Voice" went away and all hell broke loose. Prior to consciousness of self, the voice was thought to be a god and not their own. Now you can understand bicameral man prior to the Greek civilization. The voice may have gone away during the dark ages as well but we can't be sure. Whats disturbing is the implications for present times.
"Envy will hasten to his dark corner whence he will
summon his even more hideous cousin, malicious glee"
Kierkegaard
Rand had a lot of such sentences that are rememberable and worth quoting.
your imagination plus the style which hooks you
into the concepts involved. . "young yet and tough,
not at wit's end; we each need only say yes." -- j
p.s. that's from a poem from long ago, one of mine.
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It depends on the purpose of the sentence. Is it informative? Is it lyrical, prose, or poetry? Where is it being delivered?
Let's remember the purpose of art, which is to express abstract concepts in concrete form. If it does that well, then I would consider it art. If it does it in a way that is appropriate for its medium, then it is a masterpiece.
Fleece Navy Duds.
However, I always thought it said. poleese stop my car?
Definition of Style
In literature, style comprises many literary devices that an author employs to create a distinct feel for a work. These devices include, but are not limited to, point of view, symbolism, tone, imagery, diction, voice, syntax, and the method of narration. Style is a fundamental aspect of fiction, as it is naturally part of every work of prose written. Some types of writing are required to have a certain style, such as academic or journalistic writing. However, every work of creative writing takes on its own style.
By that definition, we may have to define: Simplicity.
Full Definition of simplicity
plural simplicities
1
: the state of being simple, uncomplicated, or uncompounded
2
a : lack of subtlety or penetration : innocence, naivetéb : folly, silliness
3
: freedom from pretense or guile : candor
4
a : directness of expression : clarityb : restraint in ornamentation : austerity
Other than being simple or direct in style, by literary definition, they are mutually exclusive.
The devil made me do it.
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No! No! Please don't flick that BIC!
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