Much of Poetry in a Nutshell (Where It Belongs) – “Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur” by Lewis Carroll

When writing poems, one should avoid all forms of clichés. However, sometimes the form itself can be a cliché.

Take Victorian poetry (and keep it.)

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Poetry – The Other Write Neat

I have rambled on about what poetry is, isn’t, and what it should be. But I have never gotten around to talking about how to write it or how to become a poet.

I am going to try to take care of that with as little crying as possible.

Please note: I did not say that there would be no crying.

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Archibald MacLeish Part Two: Arse Poetica

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Absolutely unretouched photo of Archibald MacLeish shortly before draining the soul of Zelda Fitzgerald in Rockville, MD. What, are you calling me a liar?!

And so we land at the crime he is most famous for. The poem that killed poetry. “Ars Poetica.” In this poem, MacLeish’s thesis is a poem is a waste of time and one shouldn’t even bother with it. And with his poetry he comes SO CLOSE to proving this theory!

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Reading Outside Your Genre

A key point about writing genre novels (and what ISN’T a genre these days) is to read heavily in the genre you wish to write in.

Which, yes, okay… that’s true. If you want to write Romance, read Romance. Take a look at modern trends, look at how the market is going, then take your story and aim for the biggest readership you can get. That’s all fine.

Here’s the problem: ONLY reading within your genre.

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STORY – To Tell the Truth, Pt. 2

Note: No-Draft Theater is an exercise in improvisational fiction. I intend to write short pieces of fiction only one-to-three posts long, no outlining or other preparation, with each post around a thousand words. These pieces of fiction will only go through the most cursory editing. 

<Continued from Part One>

“Well, then, what do you really do, Dad?”

He smiled wanly. “I am a Liar, Susana.”

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