Tag: Writing
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Flash Poem to Self: “Be confident, not sad sap, sipping quietly in corner bar:” On Writing, Cultivation, and Balancing Art/Mind.
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in Art, Author, Authors, Blogging, Culture, Flash Poem, Flash Poetry, In Another Country: Novel, literary fiction, literary nonfiction, literature, networking, nonfiction, novels, Poem, poet, Poetry, publishing, Review, rough draft, spiritual, spontaneous combustion, success, The Outsider, the writers life, writingI will be confident — not sad sap, sipping quietly in corner bar. I will be, act, speak with intention. I will be finished, will shop my novel.
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The Mascots that Made Us: From Tony the Tiger, to Pikachu.
As a media studies scholar and cereal addict, I find popular culture mascots such as Tony the Tiger and the King Vitamin (my all time fav, second only to Count Chocula) to be fascinating examples of how branding and marketing are used to create narratives that capture the attention and loyalty of audiences.
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How to Tell a Story: It’s time we forget Aristotle
while I’m more than savvy regarding the western dramatic tradition and familiar with the ins and outs of the Poetics, my training is in the Eastern tradition. So take my view with a grain of salt, or 塩
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Don’t Write to the Market: Write Your Story.
Don’t compromise your vision: While feedback and critiques can be helpful, don’t let them compromise your artistic vision. Stay true to your story and your voice.
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Poet Alexander Bacchus on Morocco, Marrakech, Accepting Ones Faults, and Living Intentionally
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I first met Alex doing research on a local variation of Darija. (Moroccan Arabic). We both managed to find ourselves in Fez, that day, sitting across from one another and, the moment I saw this cat I realized I found my foil, my nemesis. A sheep in Wolof’s clothing, so to speak, for this cat…
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Between the Sun and Us: A Memoir (opening lines)
I couldn’t help but feel like a fraud. Here I was, leaving behind everything I’ve ever known in the hopes of finding something better. But what if I never find it? What if I spend the rest of my days wandering aimlessly, searching for something that will never come?