Daily Literature Deviations for March 18th, 2013

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Daily Lit Deviations for March 18th, 2013


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Poetry


Suggested by Exnihilo-nihil
Featured by: LadyofGaerdon

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a mild winter by halcyonshores

Suggester: A nostalgic and peaceful poetry,
which lead us in a white heart-beating.



Featured by: LionesseRampant
dead wordsthe poets and novelists are dead.
dead poem analysis
dead novel deconstruction
multitasking:
dead words
on a dead tree sheaf
stained with dead food
and possibly being contemplated
by a dead mind.
who is to remember the words
of the now-unfunctioning,
only for those who have breath?
“you love literature
because of what it is,
not what it does.”
oh for the love of intrinsic value.
the poets and novelists are dead.
but we are alive to connect
to their worthiness of writing.

"dead words " by doodlerTM

The imagery and repetition in this poem bring it to life,
making it prance around the readers mind and successfully
capturing the bygone poets its theme is centered around.


Featured by: betwixtthepages
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Broken Promises by Fires-of-Winter

Broken Promises, by Fires-of-Winter,
explores human nature and the ways different people
handle the burden of secrets and lies.  Sometimes,
sneaking around is fun...but is it really worth what you're bound to lose?



Prose


Featured by: SilverInkblot

nighthawksThe late-night girl at the mess hall was herself a mess. She was wearing all black and it might have had a certain art-student glamour had her pants been skinny and her eyeliner not been greyish and smudged. Her grey coat was old-and-new, clearly a thrift-store purchase that she'd been proud of paired with a dress and tights, but on top of the black ensembled looked tired and out-of-place, haphazardly thrown on because it was wool and warm. But wool was not what she should have picked. The girl had an air of good intentions but having horrid luck, and that's what happened today. It had rained heavily in the morning, and that rain turned to sluggish slush like walking through bottom-of-the-carton vanilla ice cream, and the proud wool coat was damp and slackened, pilling and sodden with watery snow. as well, her canvas tennis shoes were soaked through and every so often wafts of wet-sock-smell would curl off them in tendrils. as if to try to avoid the weather, she had cuffed the not-skin
nighthawks by hipsterfaust

An exercise in description; sometimes one specific thing,
like clothes, can tell you a lot about a character.



Featured by xlntwtch

The Violinist ObsessionA single string vibrates in the emptiness of the auditorium. The audience left an hour ago, and the acts not long after. The single note hovers in the air for longer than possible, filling the darkness with something between a sound and a feeling; something which is in itself part of the soul, before  fading into the black.
Again a single string is played, and then another. The fingers caress them with the grace and care of a lover. A melody begins to unfold. The single notes merge, melting together to become one fluid mass which is at once everything and nothing. This is the work of a man who has taught himself – he is not bound by the same laws that restrict those who have been trained, his mind is free to peruse the notes as he sees fit; to strip them of their arrogance, to tear them down and build them up again into something new. This is the work of a genius. This is a true musician.
He plays without fear, without shame, as a musician should. He plays with emotion and w


The Violinist Obsession by Dominion-of-Cain

Superb flash fiction concerning the power of
music and love, this piece resonates as much as each
note combines to make melody on a violin.





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Congratulations lovelies! :squee: