mini lesson on quotation insertion

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The Traveler – Harlequin of the Road

Today’s image serves as a notification that I have added a new page to Implied Spaces – The Keltic Layout for the Tarot : Plot Structure. Claudia McGill  had expressed interest in how the Eden Gray Keltic Layout can be used as a writing prompt, I finally have the page up and properly linked. The layout contains elements of both plot outline and the character sketch. Check out the page for more information.

NOTE: The image, one of my early attempts at creating a Tarot card,  is from What if Wednesday: Travelling to The Knick of Time , which is found on my blog, Dark Pines Photo.

 

She Falls in Love Too Easily

Into my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows:

What are those blue remembered hills,

What spires, what farms are those?

 


That is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain,

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again.

A. E. Housman (1859-1936)

 

Source: Strange Love of Martha Ivers 1946

Map to Destination

“This is an island surrounded by water, big water, ocean water,…”

President Trump

 

“If anybody out there is listening to us, we are dying, and you are killing us with the inefficiency and the bureaucracy,……….”

San Juan Mayor Carmen Yulin Cruz

“Such poor leadership ability by the Mayor of San Juan, and others in Puerto Rico, who are not able to get their workers to help,……….. They want everything to be done for them when it should be a community effort,…….”

 

President Trump

 

No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man

is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine;

if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe

is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as

well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine

owne were; any mans death diminishes me,

because I am involved in Mankinde;………

 

MEDITATION XVII

Devotions upon Emergent Occasions

1624

John Donne

Somewhere in The Middle of Something

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

 

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost  Acquainted with the Night