1. Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.
2. Never use a long word where a short one will do.
3. If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.
4. Never use the passive where you can use the active.
5. Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.
6. Break any of these rules sooner than saying anything outright barbarous.
Posted by Jeremiah Walton on December 27, 2011
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Poem Of The Week – Nostrovia! Poetry
This weeks poem of the week is Cliche by Ellie Plumstead. It’s a short and sweet to the point poem.
Posted by Jeremiah Walton on December 18, 2011
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Home’s Calling
A poem I wrote telling the tale of a man, who even in lack of belief, fears God and the things we humans look upon tenderly and with the same fear. This is another preview of the book “Nostrovia!” and its chapter “Love Tales and Other Twisted Messages”.
Posted by Jeremiah Walton on December 12, 2011
http://nostroviawriting.wordpress.com/2011/12/12/homes-calling-nostrovia-poetry-prose-writing-and-word/
This weeks poem of the week is “How I Wonder” by Zaiba Khan. It depicts the story of a woman being brutally attacked physically and mentally as she goes through life. She takes it all, smiling.
Poem Of The Week – Nostrovia! Poetry, Prose, Writing, and Word.
Posted by Jeremiah Walton on December 11, 2011
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This weeks poem of the week is Emelda’s Frightful Escape by Kevin Bradly
Posted by Jeremiah Walton on December 9, 2011
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Spoken Word by Fractual Hippodrome
Posted by Jeremiah Walton on December 8, 2011
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Posted by Jeremiah Walton on December 7, 2011
http://nostroviawriting.wordpress.com/2011/12/07/the-walking-dead-rise-of-the-governor-by-robert-kirkman-and-jay-bonansinga-thomas-dunne-books-2011/
A village in Austria
“Fucking” is the name of a small village in Austria. This town only has 104 people in it, but it still gained fame for its name in the English speaking world. Its road signs are often stolen, and a large chunk of the small village budget is spent on replacing them. Tourists often take them as souvenirs. The settlement was founded by a man named “Focko” for whom the village is named after. The -ing at the end of fuck in the name of the village, is a German suffix indicating that the people belong to the root of the word it was attached. ”Fucking”, in this sense, means “Focko’s people.”
Posted by Jeremiah Walton on December 5, 2011
http://nostroviawriting.wordpress.com/2011/12/05/there-is-a-village-in-australia-named-fucking-pronounced-fooking/
Tetris: Sweat Revenge
Bom ba da dum da dum, ba da dum, da dum ba da be da dum dum dum, ba da bum ba, ba be ba da de dum dum dum dum…
The target was so close, yet so far away.
Red cried out in frustration. Why was he taking so long to move? He was only four cubes big, nothing major. He should be able to move to the bottom and reach his fellow Tetrisians faster. But instead, he sunk slower than a sumo wrestler in a vat of molasses. Not even a weight being tied to him could have assisted his descent, and it was causing him overwhelming distress. He needed to reach his destination, now.
Teal was waiting for him, silently giving him encouragement. Moving his four cubes as much as he could manage, waving for him to come and keep him company as only Red could do.
He glanced around their ten-by-twenty-cell world. Yes, there was Teal, as always the bright side of his day. Yellow, on the other hand, was outright mocking him. Sitting there smugly, perfectly in place; wedged between Green and the wall opposite Teal, with Dark Blue as an added bonus. They all leered at him, challenging him to try to join their intricate formation without making a hole that wouldn’t be able to be filled for some times. Mocking him; they all were, except for Teal. No one else understood him in the least but his Teal.
It was time to take matters into his own cubes, he decided. Enough was enough.
He changed his course, moving one, two, three, four, five cells away from the wall where Teal awaited him.
“Where are you going, Red?” cried Teal. “I need you here! Opposites attract, remember?”
“Just a moment, darling,” Red soothed. “I have some business to take care of.”
“W-well, al-alright then,” said Teal.
Red smirked in satisfaction. How long he had wanted to do this, to make their world a better place for him and Teal. Red closed the gap, finding himself pressed against the opposite wall, gathering more and more momentum by the second.
He positioned himself directly above Yellow, and accelerated rapidly downwards. Moments later, a sickening yet satisfying crash sounded as he collided with the unfortunate Tetrisian.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” said Dark Blue angrily. “You killed Yellow!”
“Call that revenge for his bullying behavior,” said Red smugly. “Now if you will excuse me, Teal needs me.”
He quickly skated along the other Tetrisian’s heads, falling into place on top of Teal. They fit together like it was second nature- and, truly, it was.
Red smiled in satisfaction, feeling each of Teal’s cubes pressed against him. Teal was the perfect end to any day, no doubt about it.
By Alex of Fanfiction.net
Posted by Jeremiah Walton on December 4, 2011
http://nostroviawriting.wordpress.com/2011/12/04/theres-fan-fiction-about-tetris/
George Watsky is a poet from San Francisco, CA. In 2006 he was Youth Speaks Grand Slam Poetry Champion. This was when we began to attain national status. He deserves it. He has a lot of talent and is one my favorite slam poets. He molds social themes and political ideas in his moving performances. View my favorite slam poems by him at Nostrovia! Poetry.
Posted by Jeremiah Walton on December 3, 2011
http://nostroviawriting.wordpress.com/2011/12/03/george-watsky-is-a-talented-slam-poet/
