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Space Blog Prompt from: "9-11"  by Schnujo is Late to Lannister  Mini-review. It's poetic! Which is great because not all 'poetry' here is remotely poetic. That said, the repetition of the last line, the basic aaR (aa rhyme/refrain) structure, make it poetry. The down side of that is that it seems to be tortured verse at times. And it's written in the historical past voice. Yoda chatting about a historical event he witnessed a long time ago. The historical past makes it feel like story telling and that tells the emotion but doesn't evoke it unless you already know the story. 19 years later now, it's definitely history. Some first time voters weren't even born then. "Every September we pause to remember" becomes trite as a theme unless it offers something new. This poem doesn't delve into anything new. I give it a 4.0 on the strength of its poetry. The prompt for
"Write about that day in 2001. 9-11. What were your thoughts?" Frankly, I'd rather not. I wasn't traumatized by it but I saw the way the government made the public hysterical and it didn't take much to stir the public into a frenzy over fake news for a war against a bogus enemy that lead to thousands of 'collateral damage' because it wasn't politically correct to refer to dead civilians as casualties. It old news ... kinda like disco ... For "Journalistic Intentions" : I'm still working on this edited version but it'll open up by midnight. "Kissing camels (300 words) [252]"  Kissing Camels Surgery Center fever.warning@companknee.com (555) SUR-GERY "Well, if you wouldn't kiss camels you wouldn't have a fever." Stella was pissed. Warnings about smoking went in Margots ears and out her nostrils She sat there waiting for the phone to ring. Doug had taken the cat to the vet and the dog had just peed on the rug. It was all she could do to not cry. Margot just shrugged. "I like camels ... a lot. Those new electronic cigarettes with exotic flavors don't excite me. Who wants to smell like cinnamon vanilla?" "Says the lady who reeks of cheap cologne and snuffs out candles every time she coughs." "Well, maybe so, but just give it a rest. We have other problems. Zed is going to be upset at the dog and you know he'll yell and make your migraine worse." "Thanks for reminding me." "And I have a fever of 101. Sure you don't have any aspirin?" "You could just walk a block to Kissing Camels and ask them." "Dressed like this!" "I'd be more concerned about the smell." "Thanks." The phone rang. "Nothing they can do? Okay. Just pick up some aspirin on the way home... and piss remover. Yeah yeah. I know. As if the day couldn't get worse." "Bad news?" "They couldn't do anything for Pumpkin." "Well she was 15." "Bite me." The phone rang again. "Kissing Camel Surgery Center? Yes, what your mother's name? Sure, bring her down. Is 4 p.m. okay? See you then Mr. Marshall." "You're wicked." "Well, we begged them to change their number. We had ours first. Dial SUR-GERY may have sounded smart but no one in this two-bit town know show to spell any more than my dog... oh for gawds sake... do you have to go out again?" "Whoa..." Stella exclaimed as the rug slid out from under her. © Kåre Enga [177.252] (15.oktober.2020) For:
30. Do you ever feel envious? Do you feel that this healthy? As in jealous? You betcha! I'd like to have good hair ... or at least just as much hair as I used to have. It'd be nice to have a car, a place with a garden and few stairs. It'd be nice to have family that shows they care. Yeah, lots of jealousy. Is this healthy? Nope. Nothing healthy about envy. I have what I have and need to be grateful for that. 32. Have you ever grieved for a loved one? How did you process this grief? I grieve lost friends. I mean, Joyce and Lavinia picked a s***ty year to die. It would've been Ron's birthday today (bacefook notice; folks still have birthdays...). I miss those who are still alive who I've lost contact with the most. How do I process that? Not well. 36. What one thing always makes you smile? I inherited this smile from my father. It's my normal face. I don't do resting-bitch-face well. The slightest joy can make me smile. Even writing this makes me smile. It may disarm people. Beware...  But one thing? That's a long laundry list of insignificance or a grocery list (I need to shop soon). 3.045 |
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