“Deliver me from writers who say the way they live doesn’t matter. I’m not sure a bad person can write a good book. If art doesn’t make us better, then what on earth is it for.”
-Alice Walker
An Author's Scratchwork
“Deliver me from writers who say the way they live doesn’t matter. I’m not sure a bad person can write a good book. If art doesn’t make us better, then what on earth is it for.”
-Alice Walker
This movie scene popped in my head today as I was driving back from work, thinking about everything our country is going through currently. The quote one of the coaches says at the end popped into my head:
“I don’t care if you like each other or not, but you will respect each other.”
I’ve only seen this movie once, but I do remember this scene. America is a young country; our history fairly short. Let freedom ring. For everybody.
Prepare yourself. Take a deep breath. This week’s Terrible Poetry Contest theme is love. My entry is below. Best of terrible luck to you. May the bard’s strings break and curl from hearing your poem.
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The Green Love
My love for you is like pickles, my dear
You’re like a giant pickle yourself.
Wrinkled, vinegary, tart and you make my mouth pucker
But frogs, my dear–consider
Will never croak our love ballads out the way you do
Birds fall out of the sky, dead at your winsome, cat crying tones.
Screams! My love for you is but a ballad of curled beards
Curled like your toes made of mahogany wood
Oh my dear, I sigh in love
Like a dill pickle.
-A. R. Clayton