Literarily Speaking v.VI

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"Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader—
not the fact that it is raining, but the feeling of being rained upon."
-- E.L. Doctorow


Literarily Speaking is devoted to featuring a collection of well-deserving 
deviants and their literary prowess on a monthly basis. We aim to 
inspire fellow writers to never give up and aim for the stars and beyond.



Sixth Article Special Feature -- kiwi-damnation



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DFC 2014 - 8. TempestWild weather wakes and will not wane,
Its torrid tempest shall sustain
Foul blows of hail and pelting rain,
Sleet slashes; smashing window panes
As cars are caught in flood drifts deep
Through crevasses the water creeps.
Enraptured by light’s flurried dance,
The trees sway in hypnotic trance,
One flash of mighty sky fire’s lance,
Illuminates the whole expanse
And thunder’s rumbling roar reminds,
That shelter one must quickly find.
Whipping winds wail – wearing down,
Boughs and branches bluster ‘round,
Debris is strewn across the ground,
A banshee’s shrieks the only sound
As gales grip, rip at all that stands
This is the life in monsoon lands.
  Questions of ExistenceWhere will you go when there's nowhere to be?
When there's nowhere to run and no one to see,
What will you do when there's nothing to prove?
No expectations and nothing to lose?
Who are you now and who will you be?
When there's no one dictating the world that you see,
Can you stand on your own foundations of thought?
Rather than hold fabrications you're taught?
Will you scatter your hopes and your dreams in the wind?
Feel consumed in a world of immeasurable sin,
Or grasp at these wonders and keep them alive?
Caress them and nurture them so they'll never die.
Would you rather a country of billions of souls,
Like you as you always do what you're told?
Or would you prefer to live and believe,
How you wish even though nobody agrees?
Will you stand around aimlessly waiting for change?
Or fight preconceptions and start to arrange,
A new way of thinking that values us all,
Not keeping us trapped in our separate stalls.
Where will you go when there's nowhere to be?
When there's nowhere to run
  Gathered DreamsDelve deftly into gathered dreams
And find their hidden power
For in your mind, you’ll often find
The reasons you should cower
The nightmares of a child shall reap
Away with deep and aimless sleep
And in their wake, they will create,
A world of wonder, not of hate.
Delve deftly into gathered dreams,
And do not fear the night
They may mean more than what they seem
So do not get a fright
You may die and then you’ll cry
And wish you could take back – deny
But you've transformed, you’re now reborn
A stronger person has been formed.
Delve deftly into gathered dreams
And you shall know the world
Each fibre, petal - every seam
Shall in your eyes unfurl
Where danger spelled, your fear has quelled
And in your mind you feel compelled
To speak of love and peace and truth
For that my dear, is all of you.

I was able to catch up with fellow writer and new Authors-Club admin, kiwi-damnation, to talk a little bit about the grueling writing process and how life affects her work. She answered a variety of questions that has allowed us to get to know her and her artistic literary ways a little more. Without further adieu...Sammy.


"I am a massage therapist by day and artist by night. I love to create in many different ways and especially enjoy the incredible world of fixed form poetry."

"Seriously though, I love dA and all it represents and I look forward to reading/gazing upon all of your art. You all amaze me. Thank you for the privilege of sharing this journey with you. I am just a spiritual lady looking to be a part of this vast and ever-changing world. I'm always here if someone needs me and I am a special breed of awesome."

Bullet; Purple What inspired your deviantART username?


"When I was 16, my family moved back to Australia from NZ. The two countries have a friendly rivalry so my new friends joked about me being a sheep shagger. When we went gaming, I was the only girl in the group. We had to come up with a gaming tag and I chose Kiwi damnation because to me it represented the kiwi who kicks aussie ass. It was a name that stuck with me and now it feels like Kiwi-damnation is just another facet of Sammy."

Bullet; Purple What does your writing process look like?


"To be quite honest, it depends on what I am writing."

"Often, to get myself in the space to write, I like to do some flashlit. I get given a prompt and I write for 5-10 minutes and post the result in chat to a friend of mine, :dev
WolvenNight:. This really helps to clear out the cobwebs."

"If I'm writing long prose, I like to create a soundtrack and use that to put me in the zone. Otherwise, poetically, I either just let words carry me as they will or use a framework based on the restrictions placed on me by the form. I sit on my bed or on a train, laptop open and ready to create.
"

Bullet; Purple Do you favor a keyboard or pen and paper? Why?


"Keyboard is my friend, mainly because I like to write as the sentences are piling up in my mind. Pen and paper seems to be too slow and this way, I won't lose any."

Bullet; Purple What are you working on now? What is your next project?


"I am working on building my prose proficiency. I have been cultivating my poetic style for years, but prose hasn't been as big a thing until lately. I want to be confident so I can tackle bigger writing projects without wimping out. My next project is a series of novels I am planning out. Think Narnia x LOTR x HP - Epic and awesome. Also kick-starting more challenges out of my fixed form group :devProjectDFC: and working on building the resources available."

Bullet; Purple What is your biggest writing fear?                                                                 


"My biggest fear is not connecting to people. I want to relate to people and for my words to impact others. I want there to always be enjoyment. I also get nervous when pursuing something I haven't quite perfected and showing people I know in the real world. It can hurt when they don't like it."

Bullet; Purple What advise do you have for aspiring authors? 


"Explore different styles so you can find exactly where you like to create. Push yourself beyond what feels comfortable as any variation you play with, will broaden your style in unthinkable ways. Connect with others and get feedback. Always remain true to yourself and don't pressure yourself too much. Remember that there is always room to improve and people to encourage that growth."

. . .  

Queen of TattersHer skin of gleaming ivory caught me as I idly,
Sat upon the small bench and looked about the park,
She knew me as I watched her; I couldn’t look about her,
Her presence held my focus and this was just the start.
I longed to know her story, all details bright or gory,
I knew she hadn't lived her whole life shunned and wronged,
For though her clothes were tatters, she stood so strong and acted,
As  if she was the queen of our kingdom all along.
Her eyes caught mine and pierced me, slicing as they sheared through
All the flesh and bone til she reached my withered heart
And in her gaze, salvation from a life of isolation
She sung a song of love that had long been rent apart.
I know this stoic goddess, I feel her in my footsteps,
Her life is now my own for she spoke to me that day,
No one can steal her from me, her soul that passed so quickly
Her spirit lives within me, and there she’ll always stay.
 Transmogrify Visual Poetry by kiwi-damnation  Dire ContrastsA countess in regality,
A pauper left to starve to death,
She bathes in love, in luxury,
And as the other's choking breath
Is strangled from her whittled form,
Amidst the comfort, always warm,
The tears, the fears that mar her face,
Shall never touch exalted grace.



Grammar Briefing - What You Need to Know


"A tip a day will keep the Grammar Police at bay."




Featured Literature of August


  
tide of changefloating in high tide
far out beyond the breakers
finally I escaped you
    <da:thumb id="478793781"/>  

FeverIt's a decorous adoration,
A sizzling passionate brimming
Beneath my frozen façade first,
Eroding responses noncommittal.
It's a delicate carbonation,
A giddy headiness welling
Throughout my innocence well-versed,
Spilling over in rebellious giggles.
It's a delicious condensation,
A sultry sweltering drenching
Inside my wanton core to burst,
Erupting in tantalizing ripples.
It's undeniable temptation,
A fluttering feeling stemming
From my own unquenchable thirst,
Sating my neediness to be little.
   innuendomoon flower, tonight
your petals unfurl for me,
do not shy 'till dawn.
   O sing, museI fell asleep once with my memory caught
in tadpoles and roses and water and light,
in the mausoleum where bloodshot eyes
And paper meet (where ideas drop from nubby pencils,
to splay, stillborn, across a sea of white).
My pen bled circles
through my desk that night.
When I woke, you were standing
on the edge of my sight,
your eyelids trailing ink.
I watched your hands fold in and out,
The smell of words too strong to think.
You smiled at me and let me fall
into the promise of your face.
There I read snowflakes, sea-foam and angels;
flashes of of glory and splinters of grace.
I asked you in, and your words behind -
'Sing, muse, of roses and water and light,'
I was fool enough to call them mine -
My pen bled circles
through my desk that night.


Heart RacingHis hand is on fire.
It is only a little lump of fire, rolling around in his palm, but it scares him. He runs to the bathroom, turns the taps frantically, tries to douse it.
The fire still burns.
He feels no pain – despite watching his hand become kindling – he only feels fear. The taps are turned on full blast but the water only trickles out. It isn’t enough. His whole arm will catch next. Then, surely, the bathroom will follow.
He grabs onto a hand towel and attempts to smother the flames. They lick between his fingers, and fail to go out. Then the fire catches onto the fabric.
The counters in this bathroom are all wrong. Their angles are sharper than they should be – much too steep. Everything is severely tilted. What kind of architect planned this bathroom? This is far too big a hazard to be acceptable house design. He feels his knees give out. He strains to stand straight as the fire crackles and doesn’t go out and he wonders when he decided to
   Six Words: SeafarerOceans of pain flow within me.  <da:thumb id="553552585"/>



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Thanks for the mention!