Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
I wrote to AJBurchell- Australia in a response to a review of a recent flash fiction: I have about 150 in my folder "Flash Fiction". Some seem to be there to remind me that I'm NOT a short story writer! My strength is lyrical poetry. But there are a few other flash fictions that I'm quite proud of. The reason why there are so many is that I decided to expand my writing abilities and short stories are too much work for me. Don't ask about novels. Even with poetry I prefer 20-30 lines max and 8-16 can be better. Flash means one can't be wordy and occasionally I can be lyrical. A narrative line is the key ... and after writing so many I'm getting better at that. I'm glad the images worked for you. In 'painting/drawing terms' it's a matter of evoking a reaction with only a few brush strokes. Almost like a rotund haiku with lots of flesh. A sumo wrestler perhaps? Thanks for reading, K. This got me to thinking. I do like haiku! But they aren't easy. A juxtaposition of two 'images' (the frog, the splash) set in a season, evoking an emotion from the reader/hearer without providing it. It shows ... never tells. A senryu is a close cousin. Of course haiku in earlier form was a back and forth renga of hokku (5-7-5 then 7-7 ... 'on' not syllables) that was a kind of 'parlor/drinking competition/game' dating back over a millennium. I can't remember whether the renga or tanka came first but the tanka gave rise to it's own game (can you match the two parts?) A haibun was a mix of prose (like Basho's travel narrative) punctuated by haiku. I think of it as a long walk through nature (a telling); the haiku being that moment when I sit down to really notice and write a couple lines that evokes something (by showing). A flash fiction is neither! But it is short. It does drop the reader into one moment, preferably a key moment, that defines a person, nation, object; it's a turning point, a road taken or not taken, the consequences of life distilled into it's essence. But unlike poetry, it maintains a narrative. So maybe it's like a sumo wrestler. Big, rotund, yet in one fleeting moment one wins, one loses. It's catching that moment in a fewness of words. The FLASH in question:
The folder for my flash:
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