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Grieving the loss of the linear narrative | Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder
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Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder. This will be loud, so lock your ears if you can. Merida, 2/2/12 (age four). Writing, Interviews, Predictions, etc. Breeching Protocol (a birth story). The end of a story? Pretending can be just as good →. Grieving the loss of the linear narrative. August 28, 2011. Because I am or have been:. 1) A rule follower, and. 2) Timid, and always, still learning how to write,. The long-kept dead canary in a close relative’s freezer! My essay is still an unfinished mess. Linear....
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Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder. This will be loud, so lock your ears if you can. Merida, 2/2/12 (age four). Writing, Interviews, Predictions, etc. Breeching Protocol (a birth story). Writing, Interviews, Predictions, etc. Rabbit, Cat, Girl. Resurrection House. Ed Mark Teppo. Puyallup, WA, 2015. Bathhouse (or Liberty). West Wind Review. Southern Oregon State College) Ed. Jay Van Tussenbrook and Jeffrey Bershaw. Chelsea, MI: Bookcrafters, 1995. Oil and Water. West Wind Review. 8220; Hot Thing. Ron Rollins...
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Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder. This will be loud, so lock your ears if you can. Merida, 2/2/12 (age four). Writing, Interviews, Predictions, etc. Breeching Protocol (a birth story). Tag Archives: David Ulin. How It Felt To Me. June 26, 2015. What you can see here? In her essay, “On Keeping a Notebook,” Joan Didion writes:. Toward How It Felt To Me. In which Ulin writes, “all art is a kind of hybrid, reality reconstructed, redefined.”. The fun is grappling around in the mess of these parts. How can we m...
Resurrection House | Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder
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Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder. This will be loud, so lock your ears if you can. Merida, 2/2/12 (age four). Writing, Interviews, Predictions, etc. Breeching Protocol (a birth story). Tag Archives: Resurrection House. February 3, 2016. I am thrilled to announce that my story, “Rabbit, Cat, Girl” was chosen for the. Year’s Best Weird Fiction, Vol. 3. Forthcoming from Undertow Publications. XIII: Stories of Transformation. This is a story that I blogged about here. I’m grateful to editor Mark Teppo. And el...
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Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder. This will be loud, so lock your ears if you can. Merida, 2/2/12 (age four). Writing, Interviews, Predictions, etc. Breeching Protocol (a birth story). How It Felt To Me. Melon gelato →. July 15, 2015. Glen Helen’s Cascades, not the Yellow Spring (but still). From a prompt by Jyotsna Sreenivasan in the morning fiction class, AWW 2015. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. And tagged Glen Helen. How It Felt To Me. Melon gelato →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Lynda Barry, O...
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Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder. This will be loud, so lock your ears if you can. Merida, 2/2/12 (age four). Writing, Interviews, Predictions, etc. Breeching Protocol (a birth story). July 15, 2015. Glen Helen’s Cascades, not the Yellow Spring (but still). From a prompt by Jyotsna Sreenivasan in the morning fiction class, AWW 2015. Fragment of Maggie Nelson’s Bluets. The self-portraits of ‘Igor Stravinsky’. The Climber (an old poem). Tara Ison’s REELING THROUGH LIFE. How can we move beyond misogyny?
writing through self-doubt | Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder
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Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder. This will be loud, so lock your ears if you can. Merida, 2/2/12 (age four). Writing, Interviews, Predictions, etc. Breeching Protocol (a birth story). Tag Archives: writing through self-doubt. April 25, 2016. Glen Helen, 4/24/16. Here are some words that arrived as I was waking up this morning. So I wrote them down. You don’t get to name me. Give me enough time and I will name myself. How It Felt To Me. June 26, 2015. What you can see here? I’m writing a piece in wh...
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Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder. This will be loud, so lock your ears if you can. Merida, 2/2/12 (age four). Writing, Interviews, Predictions, etc. Breeching Protocol (a birth story). Tag Archives: The Eight Mile Suspended Carnival. I used to think I could never reach a self-imposed goal…. May 26, 2016. 8230;But today I reached page 200 of a final flea-combing through my novel! Now: Can I read 130 more pages between today and tomorrow afternoon? The Eight Mile Suspended Carnival. February 4, 2016. The Ei...
Belated, but still relevant: Thirteen | Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder
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Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder. This will be loud, so lock your ears if you can. Merida, 2/2/12 (age four). Writing, Interviews, Predictions, etc. Breeching Protocol (a birth story). Echoes of a burned cornea. How It Felt To Me →. Belated, but still relevant: Thirteen. May 26, 2015. These are not my hands. But I like them. The cycle of living and dying continues…thankfully, so do words, and stories…and so I’m belatedly announcing the birth of Resurrection House. And elsewhere on the blog.). I’m so...
truth in nonfiction | Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder
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Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder. This will be loud, so lock your ears if you can. Merida, 2/2/12 (age four). Writing, Interviews, Predictions, etc. Breeching Protocol (a birth story). Tag Archives: truth in nonfiction. Tara Ison’s REELING THROUGH LIFE. August 7, 2016. Sometimes I do write about the book. Sometimes the book just sits there waiting until I clean my office, and because it seems too much time has passed and no one in the blogosphere really needs or wants my opinion, I put it back on the ...
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Poemas - Barbet
Segunda-feira, 29 de abril de 2013. Tecla a tecla,. Até o final,. Sábado, 12 de janeiro de 2013. Os sonhos a nos encantar,. O que seria de nós sem o poder de sonhar? A realidade é a história na qual estamos presos como protagonista ou coadjuvante,. Dela não podemos sair. O poder de sonhar, este sim, nos leva Al di la de qualquer perspectiva. Sonhemos para que possamos continuar a encantar,. Sonhemos com todas as coisas boas que farão do mundo um terreno melhor. Segunda-feira, 29 de outubro de 2012. Um gu...
Poetando
Quinta-feira, 31 de março de 2016. Poema do Desespero Total. Eu sempre fui mais descuidado. E deixei rastros pelo caminho. Minhas pegadas aliviam suas consciências. E explicitam o desespero do poeta. Trago a cicatriz silenciosa de cada lâmina. Que me rasgou a carne protetora da alma. Vivo com ela exposta ao relento. E o que vejo gravitar em meu céu. São abutres ávidos por um banquete. Onde minha vital energia é o prato principal. Sinto uma dor profunda. Depois torno a sorrir. Compartilhar com o Pinterest.
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O nó de todas as lembranças. Minha mente está só. Misturadas com tantas heranças. Espalhadas em todas as ciências. Então nunca estou só. Há mais de mim ainda muito antes. E ainda muito depois do poente. Meu saber em você. Há mais de mim junto comigo. Por isso nunca estou só. Parei de beirar natais. Quando dei conta que). Beiro os dias que me são. Faço o possível (impossível as vezes) para "sê-los". O vermelho tem mais brilho. Com um balde de pipoca. Um menino com fome. Não necessito de rimas,. Em corpo, ...
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30 de abr de 2015. Chove Dentro da Minha Alma. Chove Dentro da Minha Alma. Ouço bem a chuva que dentro da minha alma cai. Debruço-me num tempo erguido pela nostalgia. E a chuva é mais fria. Procuro em meu coração uma tristeza qualquer;. Talvez assim encontre aquecimento. E mude o ritmo da chuva. A chuva continua em compasso firme e lento. Procuro em meu coração. Um segundo de descanso. E talvez de exultação;. Novamente recorri em vão. Chove dentro da minha alma. O pranto das noites frias. Escutando o bat...
Poet And One Woman Band – The Struggle Continues And The Dance Party Rages On
Poet And One Woman Band. The Struggle Continues And The Dance Party Rages On. Poet and one woman band is an old/new school combo platter garnished and full of rant, rage, creativity and connection. Eat it up and please enjoy. Shirts, shoes and pants are not required. Is a writer and visual artist who lives in the greater northwest…. Is a poet who lives in the lesser midwest…. 3 thoughts on “about us”. May 3, 2016 at 9:30 am. May 3, 2016 at 12:55 pm. Thanks for the support Muttaytay! May 3, 2016 at 2:31 pm.
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Poetando...
Friday, July 14, 2006. O Espetaculo acabou . A ultima fala. Vivi demais esta ambição que nunca passou de um sonho. Não faz mal , agora vou deixa-lo. Uma Vénia como no fim de todos os Teatros ( não sei faze-las bem. Pode ser que um dia saiba.). Obrigado aos que me apoiaram. Monday, July 10, 2006. Sabes , gostava de guardar esta noite. Não , até vir outra melhor. Podes sempre mete-la no meu bolso? Não a queres guardar? Eu guardo nos meus. Mas os teus estão rotos. Voltei de mansinho.). Tuesday, June 20, 2006.
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Poetando sem Fronteiras
Segunda-feira, 13 de julho de 2015. De tempos em tempos fico assim. Buscando palavras que fogem. Não querendo em linhas expressar. Sentimentos que teimam em chegar. Dias se passam e a orientação me falta. As letras dançam sem nenhum compasso. Me perco em redemoinhos sem pauta. Assim vou seguindo nessa grande estagnação. Até que brote lá do fundo alguma emoção. Que possa enfim expressar minha inspiração. Segunda-feira, julho 13, 2015. Compartilhar com o Pinterest. Links para esta postagem. N ão porque sej...
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Poetando - Haikais
Haikais Fibhaiku Tanka Senryu Haiga. Sábado, 25 de julho de 2015. Nos cabelos da ripsális:. Um filhote de sanhaço,. O vaivém da chuva. Na noite fria de julho:. Um trio de flores. Enfeitam o galho de orquídea:. Sobre a pia da cozinha. Um vaso de violetas. Compartilhar com o Pinterest. Terça-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2015. Uma pequenina flor,. E outra depois dessa! O riso da criança:. As nuvens escondem o sol. Mas há luz no dia. Os olhos vítreos do peixe. Na ponta do anzol. O trem na estação:. Nesse roxo d...
