Quote for writers

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Masquerade

The fading of a pink cherry tree
Leaves the black bark naked.

Smug, dark, pitiful, ruined,
Birds and insects flee
Though its roots still strong and sap still leaks

Season pass,
Winter comes.
As crystal blades,
Sombre limbs are covered in white.

Pass again,
Blossoms reformed
Where birds and insects return
Though never will they be pink again.

Quote for writers

A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid.

- William Faulkner

Nameless

Fools they are
Trying to catch the moon,
Quench it in a cup of iron;
The moon will sink them as dust.

Fools they are
Thy crowning them king,
Dwelling on a tower a high;
The moon shall blind them as slaves.

Writers of the Prairies

Sorry for not posting anything lately. I've been really busy because of school. It's a crucial year for me before going to Cegep. You see, I've got my eyes on this really perfect program, but, unfortunately, the number of students accepted is limited to maximum 50 per year. So, ya...there's a lot of work to do, including a contemporary dance routine to create for gym class...ME? Dance??? Well, turns out that I'm not so bad! Anyhow, I've also been busy on my personal activities. Besides just watching TV and sleeping, I've also been reading an amazing book that I found by chance in the national library of Quebec (I just hope that I won't end up with late fees again!). It's called, you've guessed it, Writers of the Prairies. I've never been interested by the prairies of Canada. The book, on the other hand, certainly attracted my attention for some unknown reason: it's just an old, colorless book, but it just looked so enriching! I'll be updating all the interesting summaries and reviews form this book, so watch out!

Quote for writers

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

- Virginia Wolf

Running

In every pocket now weapons lie,
And weary faces of fear and doubt
Come and go
Come and go ... Always the same
... Ere a nervous rut

Why not let Chronos
Be who he must be,
Do what he must do;
Let the seeds of Spring rest,
Let the dawns of Summer breath,
Let the nights of Winter last.
... The leaves of Automne die?

Host of our feiste though you would not apprize?
Greed will not douse Aaron's rod,
Though scurry you may so far and wide,
Till blindly you wrox in your deserving tomb.

Where will you run now?