Thursday, August 1, 2013

So, it's a new month now ...

What will August bring for the members of the Adelaide Plains Chapter and Verse group? Well, next week on the Sunday after next, we'll be having some history to write about, fun times in Mallala!

The group will meet at the Mallala Museum at 10.30. We will look at the display and find something that interests us, then we will write about it. The writing can be in any form, poem, article, fiction or non-fiction. It's all up to you, the writer.

After the historical or maybe hysterical fun, we'll head off back across the road to the Mallala Hotel for a lovely lunch. There are pokie machines there, but not many and they're tucked away so won't interfere with our enjoyment.

Of course you may like to give the pokies a go and win something, it does happen occasionally... I'm not anti the pokies, but nor am I advocating them - we're all adults and can make up our own minds, right? Right.

Back to the museum - this museum has been there as a museum for many years, and is getting better and better as the wonderful volunteers who work there work on the displays. There is farm machinery, there are items of old clothing, kitchen items, cookery things, a huge array of old things.

You can go here and read more about this little museum. I'm hoping to see you again soon!

Friday, June 21, 2013

Competition Closing Date, Approaching Soon!

The Adelaide Plains Chapter and Verse group has a short story competition going at the moment, with the theme of Fairy Tales Twisted Sideways. The entries have started arriving in droves, and the quality of the entries is high, I'm loving my job as competition secretary.

But entries close soon, on the 30th of June, so if you plan on entering this great competition, don't leave it too long to enter. The 30th is a Sunday, so make sure you post your entries by Friday. If your entry isn't going to be finished in time, send the money by Friday the 28th, with a note, and send the entry to my by email - jeebers@aussiebb.com.au


The best three entries will be awarded, first, second and third, and the best of the entries will all be published in a collection - probably twenty to thirty entries will be published, depending on the length of the best entries.

So don't miss out, write your Twisted Fairy Tale and send it off to me!

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Winners


The winners of the Gawler Gallery Ekphrastic Poetry competition. Left is Colleen Moyne, in the centre at the back is Alex Robertson, right is Marilyn Simpson, and in the middle front is Carolyn Cordon. All are members of the Adelaide Plains Chapter and verse group, who meet in Gawler at the Prince Albert Hotel every Thursday afternoon.

The competition was a fascinating adventure in combining two art forms and in creation. Visual arts and literature mixed well together that Saturday, that's for sure! Those competing all viewed art works hanging in the gallery and then wrote one or more poems about the art work chosen. 

It will certainly happen again, next year probably and we all hope to have even more people involved next time.



Friday, May 17, 2013

A Sonnet Story

Hi everyone! I'm having a fantabulous day today, and to top it off, a Facebook friend has written a sonnet for me, just for me! The FB friend is Phillip A Ellis, and he asked on his Facebook page who would like to read a sonnet.

I immediately said I would and that I loved sonnets, and then, this lovely little sonnet arrived on my Facebook page. Phillip gave me permission to repost the sonnet, as long as I gave him credit as the sonnet poet.

So here it is, my Sonnet, written by Phillip A Ellis:


"A Sonnet for Carolyn Cordon"

The sunlight's gone, and dipped below the earth,
and many other suns are shining, glitter
high in the dark, transparent sky. Their worth
I cannot calculate, because I dither.

I love the times of night, the hours so sweet
it seems to me the universe is glory
incarnate, and it seems to me to greet
the countless worlds within with untold stories,

but I, I am a poet only, frail
and limited in thought, and weak in rhythm,
and that I wish I were as one more hale
is still (alas) a shameful, guilty given,

but that I have no consequence is balm,
for after me I leave the cosmos calm.

I love many of these lines, and the final couplet really speaks to me!

Iambic pentameter with some some tweaks that certainly don't seem to me to take away from the sonnet. It almost makes me want to write my own sonnet. Maybe tomorrow ...

I'm not sure what prompted Phillip to do this lovely thing. perhaps he will come here and explain what this exercise is all about. Even if he doesn't do that, I'm still thrilled to have received my very own sonnet! So, thank you very much Phillip Ellis!

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Group meeting this afternoon 2 May 2013

It was a smallish meeting today, with only Puss N Boots, Alex, Chris and me. We spoke of what we've been doing, read homework as appropriate and then did a writing exercise. This exercise was to write a longer piece (no poetry) using this phrase as the prompt - "Roger didn't know what was going to happen next ..."

Two of us wrote short stories and the other one began a novel. The work written was read, and there will be more work done on the pieces written, or not, as the writers wish. It was fascinating to see where the group members took these words... Feel free to have a go yourself, and bring the work to another meeting!

Puss chose not to write anything, but took an active interest in the proceedings for the afternoon.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Homework from this afternoon's meeting

We had a small group of people there today, not surprisingly, and didn't actually do any writing exercises on there, this time. We certainly talked about writing, both the subject in general, but also our own writing works.

Bruce shared an article, I spoke of my soon to be published short story, and Colleen mentioned her 'Ekphrastic' morning at the Gawler Gallery. We talked about various things, war, politics and poetry and finished up a little bit earlier than usual, but all, I think, well satisfied with the afternoon.

The most important thing we did for the afternoon was this one, and I say thank you to Bruce for the idea - our homework to present to the group next week is this - 'Write a recipe for a politician' This idea is a great one, I think, and I'm looking forward to hearing/reading what group members do with it.

You can interpret this idea as widely as you wish - you could write a recipe for required personality/character traits required to be a good politician, you could write an actual food recipe for something to help to get rid of a politician. You could write up the recipe for what happens when a politician goes wrong. Anything, it's entirely up to group members.

Have fun with the idea, and thrill us with the results next week!

Don't forget, two things are happening before we meet again on Thursday next week. The first is the Gawler Poets at the Pub is happening on Sunday, and the Poetry Workshop is on at the Gawler Community House on Monday night. I look forward to catching up at these events, if you're going.
Carolyn

Saturday, April 20, 2013

First Post for Bruce: Redneck Charlie

At the risk of breaking Internet convention, I thought I'd cross-post a little poetry I'd previously posted here, just to get in the habit of contributing to the Adelaide Plains Chapter and Verse blog. 'Redneck Charlie' was originally intended for an Adelaide Plains Chapter and Verse meeting in March, so it probably, more rightly, belongs here!

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Charlie: rusted out, four-wheel-drive, shit-bucket. Conveyor of cray pots.

I remember the late nights on Flinders highway driving home, air from the engine warming bare feet through a rusted cabin. Sand and shell grit falling away from toes and hems as they dried out.

Charlie was my first drive. Off-road. It helped that I didn’t have a road to keep on, nor that I had to dodge any trees. Charlie made short work of whatever got in the way as long as I kept him in first gear.

Mind you, the prickle bush could swipe back, so it paid to keep the windows shut –  an advantage not afforded by the tractor I once got up on two wheels.

I never knew where Charlie went. One day he was there, and the next, Dad brought home a white Ford ute, V8, cassette stereo, broken antenna and all.

Charlie probably deserved to go out with a bang, and Dad was fond of blowing things up at the time.

~ Bruce