SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: Love Songs!

LOVE SONGS: By Mina Loy

Spawn of Fantasies
Silting the appraisable
Pig Cupid his rosy snout
Rooting erotic garbage
'Once upon a time'
Pulls a weed white star-topped
Among wild oats sown in mucous-membrane

I would an eye in a Bengal light
Eternity in a sky-rocket
Constellations in an ocean
Whose rivers run no fresher
Than a trickle of saliva

These are suspect places

I must live in my lantern
Trimming subliminal flicker
Virginal to the bellows
Of Experience

Coloured glass

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SAVOR YOUR FLAVOR IN YOUR WRITING!

TO BE OR NOT TO BE DIFFERENT AND DISTINCTIVE? That is the question.

Question: How does your writing stand out?
Question: What is unique about you as a writer?
Question: What's distinctive about your writing that readers recognize?

These are questions for any writer or aspiring writer to ponder. It's important for all writers to think about who they are and to strive to be different as a writer.

Being different and distinctive is a quality only you the writer can bring out from within. Having an edge or beautiful tone to your writing is what makes a writer a writer. However, it's the style and how the writer puts their words together, coupled with imagination, is a writer with flavor and style.

Striving to be different in your writing is a must. Taking the steps to hone that skill is a must. Savoring the the flavor and locking in the flavor in your writing is what's going to make your writing unique to your readers.

Today, "savor the flavor in your writing" and continue to take time to nurture your writing style, so that your readers can get a savory taste of storytelling.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: Lunar Baedeker!

LUNAR BAEDEKER BY: Mina Loy!

A silver Lucifer
serves
cocaine in cornucopia

To some somnambulists
of adolescent thighs
draped
in satirical draperies

Peris in livery
prepare
Lethe
for posthumous parvenues

Delirious Avenues
lit
with the chandelier souls
of infusoria
from Pharoah's tombstones

lead
to mercurial doomsdays
Odious oasis
in furrowed phosphorous---

the eye-white sky-light
white-light district
of lunar lusts

---Stellectric signs
"Wing shows on Starway"
"Zodiac carrousel

Cyclones
of ecstatic dust
and ashes whirl
crusaders
from hallucinatory citadels
of shattered glass
into evacuate craters

A flock of dreams
browse on Necropolis

From the shores
of oval oceans
in the oxidized Orient

Onyx-eyed Odalisques
and ornithologists
observe
the flight
of Eros obsolete

And "Immortality"
mildews...
in the museums of the moon

"Nocturnal cyclops"
"Crystal concubine"
-------
Pocked with personification
the fossil virgin of the skies
waxes and wanes----

 

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

A THOUGHT PROVOKING SHORT STORY! By: Mark Twain!

"THE FIVE BOONS OF LIFE"

Chapter I
In the morning of life came a good fairy with her basket, and said:
"Here are gifts. Take one, leave the others. And be wary, chose wisely; oh, choose wisely! for only one of them is valuable."
The gifts were five: Fame, Love, Riches, Pleasure, Death. The youth said, eagerly:
"There is no need to consider"; and he chose Pleasure.
He went out into the world and sought out the pleasures that youth delights in. But each in its turn was short-lived and disappointing, vain and empty; and each, departing, mocked him. In the end he said: "These years I have wasted. If I could but choose again, I would choose wisely.

Chapter II
The fairy appeared, and said:
"Four of the gifts remain. Choose once more; and oh, remember-- time is flying, and only one of them is precious."
The man considered long, then chose Love; and did not mark the tears that rose in the fairy's eyes.
After many, many years the man sat by a coffin, in an empty home. And he communed with himself, saying: "One by one they have gone away and left me; and now she lies here, the dearest and the last. Desolation after desolation has swept over me; for each hour of happiness the treacherous trader, Love, as sold me I have paid a thousand hours of grief. Out of my heart of hearts I curse him."

Chapter III
"Choose again." It was the fairy speaking.
"The years have taught you wisdom--surely it must be so. Three gifts remain. Only one of them has any worth--remember it, and choose warily."
The man reflected long, then chose Fame; and the fairy, sighing, went her way.
Years went by and she came again, and stood behind the man where he sat solitary in the fading day, thinking. And she knew his thought:
"My name filled the world, and its praises were on every tongue, and it seemed well with me for a little while. How little a while it was! Then came envy; then detraction; then calumny; then hate; then persecution. Then derision, which is the beginning of the end. And last of all came pity, which is the funeral of fame. Oh, the bitterness and misery of renown! target for mud in its prime, for contempt and compassion in its decay."

Chapter IV
"Chose yet again." It was the fairy's voice.
"Two gifts remain. And do not despair. In the beginning there was but one that was precious, and it is still here."
"Wealth--which is power! How blind I was!" said the man. "Now, at last, life will be worth the living. I will spend, squander, dazzle. These mockers and despisers will crawl in the dirt before me, and I will feed my hungry heart with their envy. I will have all luxuries, all joys, all enchantments of the spirit, all contentments of the body that man holds dear. I will buy, buy, buy! deference, respect, esteem, worship--every pinchbeck grace of life the market of a trivial world can furnish forth. I have lost much time, and chosen badly heretofore, but let that pass; I was ignorant then, and could but take for best what seemed so."
Three short years went by, and a day came when the man sat shivering in a mean garret; and he was gaunt and wan and hollow-eyed, and clothed in rags; and he was gnawing a dry crust and mumbling:
"Curse all the world's gifts, for mockeries and gilded lies! And miscalled, every one. They are not gifts, but merely lendings. Pleasure, Love, Fame, Riches: they are but temporary disguises for lasting realities--Pain, Grief, Shame, Poverty. The fairy said true; in all her store there was but one gift which was precious, only one that was not valueless. How poor and cheap and mean I know those others now to be, compared with that inestimable one, that dear and sweet and kindly one, that steeps in dreamless and enduring sleep the pains that persecute the body, and the shames and griefs that eat the mind and heart. Bring it! I am weary, I would rest."

Chapter V
The fairy came, bringing again four of the gifts, but Death was wanting. She said:
"I gave it to a mother's pet, a little child. It was ignorant, but trusted me, asking me to choose for it. You did not ask me to choose."
"Oh, miserable me! What is left for me?"
"What not even you have deserved: the wanton insult of Old Age."

*I love this story as it truly makes you think in many ways. Read it today and actually think about what Twain is saying.*

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Word Play: Feisty!

Engery, courage, exuberance and agressive is what "feisty" says!

When I think of this word, it takes me back to my grandmother and how she carried herself. She was smart, witty, and carried a ton of confidence. Nothing could hold her back from anything. Her charm and aggression to get things done said it all and with that, she was a "feisty" unstoppable Diva (RIP Norma Lee Moore).

For all writers that apply this word in their stories; take it to the next level by truly developing a character with spunk, aggression, and courage. Be very descriptive in the mannerism, the overall image of the character, and bring it with major "feisty" dialogue.

All in all when you employ "feisty" in your storytelling, you better bring it and rock it in the way that the word truly means.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

TAILOR YOUR WRITING TO YOUR AUDIENCE!

If I've learned one thing; it's tayloring my writing to a wide variety of readers so that the audience can relate.

When you do this, you open yourself up to a large number of readers instead of a certain group in a certain genre. It's important to note that, you the writer have the power to do this very thing. All it takes is a wealth of knowledge, incorporating events in your own life, and paying to attention to society.

If you have all of these things, then you can taylor your writing/storytelling to your audience of readers. It's important to remember, that you the writer must pay attention and keep up with the going on's around you.

Today think about what's going in your life, in society, and the knowledge you already posses. Develop a list and read it back yourself to get a feel for what your reading. Then, develop a story around all those things or some of those things.

I guarntee you won't be sorry with your literary outcome.

Remember tayloring your writing to your audience will always be an interesting read for any reading reader.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

*REFURBISHING LITERARY IDEAS-TURNING AN OLDIE INTO A GOODIE!* 3/1/11

(Diva's House Of Literary Coffee Blog)Take a moment and think of a story that has already been created and documented in a book.  Think very hard of what that story entails.  Now take that same idea and add word construction and with a flex of a vivid imagination you have a completely different story. 

Many stories have been born using this very intense literary technique.  It's the process and a take on an oldie but goodie.  As we immerse ourselves in what we are writing and how we are developing the idea; we come to realize that our thoughts take us on a whole new journey.  Creating a better take on a story idea that has been born is intense but a challenge.  It's something that most do on a daily basis, and succeed. 

The tried and true methods of the art of writing and creating a story whether refurshing a literary idea that has been produced or a whole new story idea; are methods that has been done throughout time.  In today's society most are spicing it up with a dash of this and a pinch of that.  The mere fact of this art is that it works.  It works to the point, that when someone has already written and produced a story that we have read, we understand that story.  Take the same story idea and keeping in mind the baseline of the story, then add something totally different-it sounds like a hot new literary story hot off the press.

We are talking about refurbishing a literary idea with a whole new strategy but keeping in mind the integrity of the story.  Even though you may do this technique it can be accomplished with vivid and vivacious thoughts that can take that refurbished literary idea to a whole new level.  This is something hollywood has been doing for years. When you look at movies that have been created from old comic book story ideas and books that are written today, you can clearly note that this is a working technique. 

Remember, true writers at heart know how to work a literary idea whether refurbishing an old idea or giving life to something totally new.  It's an art that you have to work at daily.  However, the secret to refurbishing a literary idea that has been born already, is a vivid imagination, and word construction.  Doing those two things can breath new life into a literary idea that has been produced previously and also allow you to create something new and put your literary stamp onto a whole new creation that can set you apart.

At the end of the day doing this isn't going to hurt anyone. It can only give you something to look forward to as you progress in the literary world.  What sets any writer apart from the rest is the ability to be creative and put their stamp on an oldie and also the ability to create something of intensity and a phenomenon that can rock the literary charts.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poety Play: Ode To A Naked Beauty!

ODE TO A NAKED BEAUTY BY: Pablo Neruda

With chaste heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate you, my beauty,
restraining my blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth's perfume,
sea's music.

Nakedly beautiful,
whether it is your feet, arching
at a primal touch
of sound or breeze,
or your ears,
tiny spiral shells
from the splendour of America's oceans.
Your breasts also,
of equal fullness, overflowing
with the living light
and, yes,
winged
your eyelids of silken corn
that disclose
or enclose
the deep twin landscapes of your eyes.

Nakedly beautiful,
whether it is your feet, arching
at a primal touch
of sound or breeze,
or your ears,
tiny spiral shells
from the splendour of America's oceans.
Your breasts also,
of equal fullness, overflowing
with the living light
and, yes,
winged
your eyelids of silken corn
that disclose
or enclose
the deep twin landscapes of your eyes.

Your body - from what substances
agate, quartz, ears of wheat,
did it flow, was it gathered,
rising like bread
in the warmth,
and signalling hills
silvered,
valleys of a single petal, sweetnesses
of velvet depth,
until the pure, fine, form of woman
thickened
and rested there?

It is not so much light that falls
over the world
extended by your body
its suffocating snow,
as brightness, pouring itself out of you,
as if you were
burning inside.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

  





By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

HOLD ON TO YOUR CREATIVITY!

Creativity is a priceless novelty that no one can take from you. It gives you that drive, determination, and the permission to be who you truly want to be.

It's your focus, and your everlasting ego that helps you to produce, shine, and lock in your flavor into your own special element.

Being creative takes work, blood, sweat and tears as you strive to achieve that something you have been wanting all of your life. Your creativity is what makes you and what you have to offer, unique in many different ways.

Today, think about your creativity and where it's taking you. Always nurture, stroke, appreciate and hold on to it so that you will always have that one special thing that no one can take from you.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Poetry Play: O Breath!

O Breath By: Elizabeth Bishop

Beneath that loved and celebrated breast,
silent, bored really blindly veined,
grieves, maybe lives and lets
live, passes bets,
something moving but invisibly,
and with what clamor why restrained
I cannot fathom even a ripple.
(See the thin flying of nine black hairs
four around one five the other nipple,
flying almost intolerably on your own breath).
Equivocal, but what we have in common's   bound to be there,
whatever we must own equivalents for,
something that maybe I could bargain with
and make a separate peace beneath
within if never with.
 

 





By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*

UGLY INSPIRATION!

Inspiration can come from any experience, relationship, friendship, and many other sources.

As we continue to live our lives we more often experience "ugly" situations, that take hold and paralyze us in more ways than we care to admit. Looking at those situations can sometime give us a story, a poem, or an essay that's meaningful.

Life is beautiful as we know it to be, and with life comes the bad, the very bad and the ugly. Getting inspired from ugly experiences can help heal those situations.

Today, as you begin to write and work on your novel or write in your journal, think about an "ugly" situation that has stopped you, paralyzed you, and gain inspiration from it. Something that is so "ugly" and so tramatic can breed a new outlook, motivation, and beautiful inspiration. That in itself can produce a story out of this world.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice Oh So Nice*

SPICY LIT NIGHT CAP! Thought Provoking Lit Play: Walking Down Main Street In My Prada Heels!

(Diva's House Of Literary Coffee)
Gliding and stepping down Main Street is me in my Prada heels.
Red, black and leopard is me in my fabulous heels.

Everyone is looking at me; yes the girl in the Prada Heels.
If only they knew how it truly feels; as I walk and glide in my Prada heels.

Cheap not these heels; as they were a really great steal.

I see you girl in those Prada heels; gliding and stepping out looking like a yummy meal.
It’s all in the walk, and the talk, that got me these heels.

No one knows me, but they can see I’m a fashionista in these heels.

Yes I'm the girl stepping out and gliding down Main Street, in my Prada heels.

By: Cherries and Strawberries
*Literary Spice That's Oh So Nice*