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A Chip Off The Old (Writer’s) Block

Published October 22, 2012 by Robyn
The discouraged Nenene suffering from writer's...

The discouraged Nenene suffering from writer’s block continues to lament the disappearance of Yomiko (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hey folks,

Yep, I’ve been suffering from the dreaded writer’s block!

It’s not that there hasn’t been plenty happening – plenty to write about. It’s just that I can’t seem to get the words out of my head and onto the page.  On several occasions I’ve been close to calling it quits (“who am I to expect people to be interested in what I have to say”) and blah-dy blah-dy blah-dy. But the truth is it does me good to write. It helps me keep from bottling everything up and whether the results end up here, or in a song, or on a scrap of paper, it’s all good. But it’s just not happening for me lately.

Today I put up two (very) short posts on Facebook and it got me thinking. What if I just start publishing little snippets, and I put them here rather than fb? So that’s what I’m gonna do – just chip away, chip away at that big ol’ block – start seeing the forest AND the trees. Wish me luck!

V ❤


Do Not Go Gentle

Published July 25, 2012 by Robyn
Welsh poet Dylan Thomas

Welsh poet Dylan Thomas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

While going through some stuff last night I cam across this. It is a favourite of mine and I thought I’d share:

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night

Old age should burn and rave at the close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right

Because their words forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight

And learn, too late, they grieved it on it’s way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay

Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Dylan Thomas

This was the first poem Dylan Thomas published, when he was only 18, a moving plea to his dying father.

Oh, and as and addendum to my last post It All Started With Tom Cruise, today Leisel Jones (Australian swimmer) is copping it from the media with suggestions that she is out of shape and does she really deserve her place in the Olympics. Of course it was accompanied by some very unflattering photos. Once again, the suggestion was that she is “past it”.

Well she QUALIFIED didn’t she?  This is her 5th Olympics. A pretty awesome achievement  wouldn’t you say. And they don’t put you in the team for the “warm and fuzzies”. They want  you to win! Maybe she should take up knitting too 😉

V ❤