December 28th 2011
Rosemary started us off with her article for the village news sheet. She writes for the Richford local parish news, as though she is still a resident of that village, even though she spends most of her time in Spain. This month, village life revolves around the local church and pub with reference to the local flora and fauna, mainly calendula a healing herb that can be eaten which led Rosemary on to dieting for the village. Dieting, only if absolutely necessary.
Gerry commented on the use of the word ‘kids’ instead of children. Many apologies for not remembering where this idea came from. Gerry was going to read us a poem. Instead we all raced headlong into an analysis of the use of the English language. I can’t believe it was anything to do with this week’s theme being “Hot Pen”. However, let’s not detract from the deep and meaningful discussion we had about the use of the English language, the bastardisation of meaning, understanding and pronunciation by children, adults, ethnic groups and geographical areas.
We covered the whole spectrum and as always we all had our
opinions on this. Maureen brought the conversation
to a conclusion by mentioning prescriptive and descriptive elements of the
language. That which is written in a
grammatically correct format and that which describes events characters
situations to arouse some interest and possible entertainment. An overall
agreement of the point of language is to communicate was finally raised by
Chris and agreed by all. If you want
details you should have attended! I was
far too riveted and eager to participate in the excellent discussion rather
than take copious notes so there!
Gerry saved the day by reading us his poem. He did try delaying tactics, but we were having none of it and just told him to get on with it. Fortunately he did and it was well worth the wait. It was about Guernica and how the Basques helped repatriate the UK military. A soldier’s remembrance of his experience and his return to the land where he first felt safe. It was agreed that it was a very moving poem.
Michael also read a
piece of prose that he hopes to expand into a fantasy story for kids (oops
sorry Children) called “The Shed” The
short piece involved a bum burning lavatory seat, a self driving car and
eventually a Special Hut for Experimental Design or
SHED to you and me. The main character,
inventor/designer is able to have conversations with the ‘Shed’ we were all
intrigued.
Comments – develop
a younger character who would appeal to children. He or she could have all sorts of adventures.
All agreed it could be really appealing to young people. We look forward to hearing more.
Margaret – read a
section from one of the crime stories she’s involved in writing with other co-writers
from Wordplay. The New York policeman and his sidekick work together to solve
the murder. She asked for comments about
the story, as she has to develop the characters over three stories and this was
the second murder to be solved. A woman
has been strangled and the policeman and his sidekick arrive at the scene.
Comments –
repetition of words. Time of day and
time of year needs to be established.
Consider if the first section needs to be there. Make sure there’s something to hook the
reader in. Your comments were very well
received. Thank you.
John Edwards mentioned a website www.wordcount.com which will pick up repetitive words and other
minor errors in a manuscript. Thanks
John.
Chris – read an
elevated verse ‘Ode to the Spud’ delivered beautifully and appreciated by the
Greek Chorus.
Avril – read
another short section of her tour around London articles.
Because Michael has attempted to write poetry for the first
time and it turned out so well. I have
included it on the blog. I have heard
three poems about war read at TWC meeting, Michael’s, Gerry Wright and John
Edwards. Perhaps they would agree to put their war poems on the blog too.
Margaret Rowland
I hear you call my name
by
Michael White
Tommy, Tommy; I hear
you call my name
Play up, play up you
yell
Play up and play the
game
And how I tried my
love
As I heard you call
my name
Harry, Harry; I hear
you shout my name
One more push, just
one more
And we will win the
fame
And how I tried my
love
As I heard you shout
my name
Billy, Billy; I hear
you cry my name
This one we have to
win
We must not lose for
shame
And how I tried my
love
As I heard you cry my
name
Johnny, Johnny; I
hear you scream my name
For I am everyman who
went to war
On whom death staked
a claim
And as I died my love
Did you hear me
scream your name?
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