Mobileread Anthology

[Greg Anos]

I reread some relevant Poe. Nothing synced. I'm afraid that I ahve nothing to submit this pass.

[GeoffC]

Poe is a total unknown with me, and little of what I've read gives me any real inspiration, except ... I don't know if a poem would be acceptable - nor the way it's written, but based on the Spirits of the Dead, I offer .....

Spoiler:

The Spirits of the Dead

alone, the quietness pervades thy pores
now fever burned into what was, once, yours' -
alone, your thoughts linger silent in the grave,
with no care, no future beyond the life once yours', save
what those who went before can give;
in life, as in death, thy soul to sieve
and mesh within the shadows that were there; and led,
--the spirits of the dead.

within the clear of night 'neath crowded skies,
bright orbs to shine and light the thoughts; then flies
to yours and yours alone; a solitary soul
still, in shroud, within the wooden bowl
beneath the tombstones grey
that barely shine in light of day.
but rest ye now, no tears to shed
in company--the spirits of the dead.

they were, they are, and now with thee
----the spirits of the dead.....

Rather unstructured and somewhat raw being written quickly on the fly after reading Poe's version....but follows, somewhat, the sentiments....

Any thoughts appreciated and I may not have kept to the brief of the assignment !!!!

[tsgreer]

I'm finished with my story. Yay! But now I'm editing, which isn't as much fun. I'll submit it though. This is very cool.

Thanks for doing this. It's a great idea.

[Moejoe]

Originally Posted by GeoffC

Poe is a total unknown with me, and little of what I've read gives me any real inspiration, except ... I don't know if a poem would be acceptable - nor the way it's written, but based on the Spirits of the Dead, I offer .....

Spoiler:

The Spirits of the Dead

alone, the quietness pervades thy pores
now fever burned into what was, once, yours' -
alone, your thoughts linger silent in the grave,
with no care, no future beyond the life once yours', save
what those who went before can give;
in life, as in death, thy soul to sieve
and mesh within the shadows that were there; and led,
--the spirits of the dead.

within the clear of night 'neath crowded skies,
bright orbs to shine and light the thoughts; then flies
to yours and yours alone; a solitary soul
still, in shroud, within the wooden bowl
beneath the tombstones grey
that barely shine in light of day.
but rest ye now, no tears to shed
in company--the spirits of the dead.

they were, they are, and now with thee
----the spirits of the dead.....

Rather unstructured and somewhat raw being written quickly on the fly after reading Poe's version....but follows, somewhat, the sentiments....

Any thoughts appreciated and I may not have kept to the brief of the assignment !!!!

I love it, and would like to do an illustration based upon it for the compilation.

[ficbot]

Should I be posting my story here too then? It seems everyone else is. I have gotten no feedback on it except for the person who read it for me before I submitted (the collector for the anthology did not make any comments and did not even admit he had received it until I asked directly, twice) so I was not sure what the procedure is and it had not occurred to me to seek illustrations...

[jaxx6166]

Originally Posted by ficbot

Should I be posting my story here too then? It seems everyone else is. I have gotten no feedback on it except for the person who read it for me before I submitted (the collector for the anthology did not make any comments and did not even admit he had received it until I asked directly, twice) so I was not sure what the procedure is and it had not occurred to me to seek illustrations...

No, you don't have to post on it here unless you want to. I've received your submission and dadioflex's. I haven't really had a chance to sit down and open the files or anything yet because of other issues that keep coming up. I don't want to start compiling anything until I have everyone that's interested in it in hand.

Rest assured they're not just being thrown into a dungeon somewhere

I'm probably going to start reading through them next weekend.

I hadn't considered any illustrations or stuff like that until MoeJoe mentioned it a few posts up.

[jaxx6166]

Originally Posted by Moejoe

I love it, and would like to do an illustration based upon it for the compilation.

Go for it. =)

I'll be checking this thread and my email/PM's daily.

[ficbot]

K, thanks

[GeoffC]

As counter-balance to the Spirits of the Dead

The Spirit of Life

warmed in light, a balm, a salve against the wounds
of troubles; pay heed the souls that play thy tunes
and linger on to guide, to nurture ones' true way
throughout the trials, and shews in each and every day
the choices opened up for thee from which, the path to chose, that thou shalt take.
a gentle whisper, kindly word to guide and make
the mould within which your soul can grow, and steers thee from strife;
bless--the spirit of life.

no matter what, alone you're not, and ne'er shall be,
the friendly crowd that brings the light with which to see
full nature's bounty that surrounds the way you seek to live
the life once chosen; thy soul to sieve
and mesh the love, the favour, the joy and passion
that warms away the chills, and
breezes away the webs and drifting sand
of time, this genial band
with--the spirit of life.

ever present our watchers,
angels, faeries, loved ones now departed,
seek----the spirit of life within--uisge beatha.....

slainte

[pshrynk]

I could do a horror story with Harv and Vivaldi. I have to think about what I would do with it. Probably "The Telltale Biscuit."

[Moejoe]

Originally Posted by pshrynk

I could do a horror story with Harv and Vivaldi. I have to think about what I would do with it. Probably "The Telltale Biscuit."

You must do it!! I demand the story "The Telltale Biscuit" be written immediately!

[Moejoe]

Originally Posted by GeoffC

As counter-balance to the Spirits of the Dead

The Spirit of Life

warmed in light, a balm, a salve against the wounds
of troubles; pay heed the souls that play thy tunes
and linger on to guide, to nurture ones' true way
throughout the trials, and shews in each and every day
the choices opened up for thee from which, the path to chose, that thou shalt take.
a gentle whisper, kindly word to guide and make
the mould within which your soul can grow, and steers thee from strife;
bless--the spirit of life.

no matter what, alone you're not, and ne'er shall be,
the friendly crowd that brings the light with which to see
full nature's bounty that surrounds the way you seek to live
the life once chosen; thy soul to sieve
and mesh the love, the favour, the joy and passion
that warms away the chills, and
breezes away the webs and drifting sand
of time, this genial band
with--the spirit of life.

ever present our watchers,
angels, faeries, loved ones now departed,
seek----the spirit of life within--uisge beatha.....

slainte

It would be amazing to have the two poems as beginning and ends of the book. What say you, GeoffC, are you game if Jaxx is game?

[kennyc]

Originally Posted by Moejoe

You must do it!! I demand the story "The Telltale Biscuit" be written immediately!

I vote for that!

[GeoffC]

Originally Posted by Moejoe

It would be amazing to have the two poems as beginning and ends of the book. What say you, GeoffC, are you game if Jaxx is game?

last I looked I was not a grouse, pheasant, stag nor trout ..... but if Jaxx is happy, I'm too,,,,,,.....

[pshrynk]

Harv came into the room and noticed Vivaldi sitting in the middle of the room looking innocent. He knew right away that something was up.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"What do you mean? Nothing's going on! I mean really. You're so suspicious! Nothing at all having to do with missing biscuits is going on. And I certainly wouldn't have hid them under the floor boards... Damn!"


That's about all I recall off hand about the plot, so I'll need to go back and read it again.