Archive for ‘My Life in Quotes’

July 18, 2010

My inspiration


The hardest thing in the world to do is to write straight, honest prose on human beings. First you have to know the subject; then you have to know how to write. Both take a lifetime to learn… As a writer, you should not judge. You should understand.

from By-line by Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway while in Cuba. Much of how he feels about writing is how I feel about writing. I just finished a book that is a collection of his sayings about being a writer, so I decided to do this tribute to him. I can't tell you how much I use his advice and how much his style and ideas have influenced mine.

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May 30, 2010

From my visit to the Grand Canyon


But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”

from “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe

From my trip to the Grand Canyon. These birds were really creepy, and they definitely wanted our food. They sat around the lunch tables and kept creeping closer. I managed to eat my lunch successfully. Side note: Poe's "The Raven" was written in trochaic octameter, a rare meter for poetry. Now you know something that not many other people do.

May 28, 2010

My passage through Tornado Alley


The sky above my grandparents' house on 40-acres of land in Stillwater, Okla. There was a quarter-mile tornado headed our way, but it broke up before it got to us. My grandparents' property is a quarter mile wide. You can still see the clouds spinning in this picture.

A cloud, rumble of thunder and flicker of light
Threatening hues, grey, green and black
A wall, an anvil supercell so high
As nature prepares for its attack.

A crack of lightning cuts the sky
As hail begins to spit
Hot air meets cool, starts to turn
A sinister growl it emits

Slowly, reaching, the cloud grows down
In breaths and silent force
Twisting, turning, churning winds

A terrible roar and screaming wail
A frightening, unnerving sound
Debris kicks up in violent swirls
As the funnel touches ground

At the boundary, going in
Tornado doesn’t give
Feeding, fueling, gaining strength
Will anything live..?”

from “Tornado” by Kate Manning

From my grandparents' porch after the storm.

…I am rainbow

I saw then my Image, with the ripples of Life’s pain

spreading outward, but stopped, healed, cleansed

reflected and refracted away as Nature and nature connected

the rain still falls, still strikes, still stings

and I am wetted

but no longer drowning

and I went forth and had myself

a Bright and Shining Multicoloured Day.”

from “I Am Rainbow” by Oshumare Niji