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This blog contains only items derived from specific prompts. I'm too stubborn to take the time to post the prompt that the entry is based on. So if you don't understand whats going on - well, I dunno - I guess that just means you don't understand.


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August 23, 2015 at 1:43pm
August 23, 2015 at 1:43pm
#858147
PERSPECTIVE


Mega picturesque.
The snow-caps are in plain view.
Dew-drop on the fern.

A panorama.
The vista is resplendent.
A field can be small.

The way it is seen,
the perspective it implies,
creates a viewpoint.



WET

Still waters run deep,
Shallow waters babble.
Creek of insipidousness,
Babbling brook of stupidity,
Drunk in the depths of the waterlogged.
Scrounging on the seafloor for a dime.
Breaking on the shallow boulders,
Drifting,
In water under the bridge.
August 22, 2015 at 1:44pm
August 22, 2015 at 1:44pm
#858055
BCOF:

My favorite month of the year is this month.
The longer ago a month was, the slower it went.
Next month will be the fastest yet.


Blog City:

I get lost mapping my interior world.
I have looked at so many maps with dead ends.
My life is an existential fiction.
August 21, 2015 at 2:00pm
August 21, 2015 at 2:00pm
#857974
Blog City:


CREATION / DISCOVERY

Did you ever discover something that no one knew about before you discovered it? No? Don't worry, you still have time. Did you ever create a work of art? A beautiful painting? A beautiful sculpture? A great work of fiction? Something that didn't exist before you made it?

Let's see what we can find out (discover). Let's get together a whole bunch of paints, pigments, oils, acrylics. Brushes, boards, canvases, sponges, and paint knives. Now, picture a magnificent cathedral in your mind. The most beautiful cathedral you can conceive of. Take your time. Get out a board and start putting color and texture on the board. Make it look like the cathedral in your mind. WOW! That is so beautiful! Seriously! You have discovered a magnificent way of dealing with those materials. You have discovered a picture in your mind and a technique to bring that exquisite thought to life in the mind of others. What a creation!

Now. We go on a trip. A tour of the worlds cathedrals. Damn! I didn't realize there are so many. But wait! There's one that looks a lot like your picture. Yes, it looks EXACTLY like your picture! Did we just discover the cathedral that you created? Or vice versa? Now I'm getting confused. And now I'm starting to think about 'The Ontological Argument For The Existence Of God' and I certainly don't want to think about that! I'll just go and think about paint.


BCOF:

I've created many lists. I've either lost them or thrown them away. Maybe someday I'll create a list of my accomplishments, things I've created. I'll just wait until I have some things to put on the list that might lead me to a better understanding of myself.
August 20, 2015 at 1:15pm
August 20, 2015 at 1:15pm
#857894
Blog City:

When love is given it should be returned? That question mark is on purpose. I hate the word should. In my opinion the word should implies some knowledge of right and wrong. Just like rules imply a right way and a wrong way. I believe reality is infinite. Every question is made up of an infinite number of parameters, and you can't take them all into consideration when making a judgement. The only thing I claim to know for sure is what my opinion is, and that is subject to change. What I think people should do, (It's hard not to use that word), is rather than telling some one what they SHOULD do, is explain what THEY would do in a similar situation. I love hearing other peoples opinions and entering into discussions with them, but when they start telling me what I should do, or aught to do, or HAVE to do; I tell them they should shut up and mind their own business. That's just my opinion, and it can be applied to the prompt.


BCOF:

In my opinion, people do change during a full moon. Both psychological and physically; I know I do. I don't know whether the full moon has anything to do with the change. In an infinite reality cause and affect can easily be confused with coincidence. Everything ultimately just boils downs to definitions.
August 19, 2015 at 1:07pm
August 19, 2015 at 1:07pm
#857809
BCOF:


I wished on a star.
It dawned a beautiful day.
Did something happen?



Blog City:


My dog is family.
To my dog my cat is lunch.
Cats, the staff of life.

(I don't really hate cats. Just a haiku that popped in my head. *Smirk* )
August 18, 2015 at 6:41pm
August 18, 2015 at 6:41pm
#857757
Today's prompts didn't seem to do much for me today.

BCOF:

When I write, I don't feel anything is at stake, in jeopardy or at risk. I guess I'm either very brave, or I don't understand the prompt.


Blog City:

I begin my day by making sure I'm really awake and not just dreaming that I am awake. Then I get out of bed. I think this is an excellent way for anyone to start their day.
August 17, 2015 at 10:47am
August 17, 2015 at 10:47am
#857657
BCOF:

Keep it in your pants!
Penny saved is penny earned,
spend it in one place.


Blog City:

Vulgarity is no substitute for wit and wit is no substitute for vulgarity, but sometimes vulgar satire can be very witty.
August 16, 2015 at 9:47am
August 16, 2015 at 9:47am
#857564
Some Tanka With Haiku. (Situational Existentialist)


Once upon a time,
I thought I could do it all.
Once upon a place,
I thought I could be it all.
Time is long and time is short.

We all want more time,
but what do we really need?
Only just enough.

Achievements vary.
I thought I could reach the stars,
but look where I am.
And how far have you gotten?
Luckily not to the end.

Sometimes it feels like,
the time is draining away.
Wait, don't do too much!

Too much is too late.
Overdoing won't get done.
Only time for this.
Too much can lead to nothing,
so pace your self in this life.

Oh fleetness of time,
and sparsity of places.
The journey is long.

When will it be done?
Will I have time to finish?
I feel weakness come.
Help me to the finish line.
Did I do enough? Did I?


August 15, 2015 at 11:21am
August 15, 2015 at 11:21am
#857469
BCOF:

I don't think our society has gotten too politically correct. I don't think that would be a bad thing, as my definitions go, but I do think that individuals trying to be politically correct is, at best silly, and at worst total hypocrisy. I think it was quite amusing when people made such a big deal about President Obama saying 'nigger' in an interview recently. Personally I like to know where people really stand. Just think, if Donald Trump were being politically correct we might not know he is an ignorant ass. He might be able to convince some intelligent people to vote for him. I can't stand intolerant bigots. If they were politically correct I wouldn't know who to avoid. I guess I just think political correctness is for liars.


Blog City:

The hardest part about learning a new skill is practicing. I guess that's only a problem if you want to do the skill well. I like things to come easily, so I just learn a hole lot of things and then I don't do any of 'em very well. *Laugh*
August 14, 2015 at 1:28pm
August 14, 2015 at 1:28pm
#857383
BCOF:

Yes my friends, Frankenstein was merely a dream. Or was it? I always thought Mary may have gotten some inspiration for the story from her brother. I have told and written many stories. They are probably mostly based on dreams. However, I've always had difficulties telling dreams from reality. Black outs, fugue states, temporary amnesia, imagination and memory. Everything dripping like treacle into a puddle on the floor. The solidified sap from different bottles mixing with the honey and cane syrup on the floor. I can take words out of the mess with a tiny eye-dropper, or a syringe. Yes, life, memory, dream. Where am I?


Blog City:

Desks. Desks. Desks........ I would be happy with a desk for a present. An antique roll-top would suffice. I have ALWAYS had a desk, for what it's worth. For better or worse. At least for as long as I could sit in a chair. I haven't fallen out of my chair yet. Wait, I guess I have on occasion, but I've always managed to get right back on. You know, like when you fall off a horse? I should write a story sometime about all the desks I've had, and everything I've done on them. See how many genres I can come up with.

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