Five Quotes about Writing – Part 5

suri hudstedt what i love

has taught me
that good work
can only appear
when the writer
is relaxed
and open,

she or he
is able
to attune
her or himself

to a deep
inner music

and then sing
on the page.”

~ Siri Hustvedt

Siri Hustvedt- norsk/am. forfatter fra New York. Utkommet med ny bok på Aschehoug forlag.

— Siri Hustvedt is an American novelist and essayist. She has written a book of poetry, five novels, two books of essays, and several works of non-fiction. Siri Hustvedt, born 19 February 1955

Siri Hustvedt

Weekly Writing Prompt #52



Poetry Suggestions
Haiku (5 – 7 – 5)
Tanka (5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7)
Shadorma (3 – 5 – 3 – 3 – 7 – 5)
6 lines–no rhymes–multiple stanzas[own choice]–follow meter
Nonet (9 – 8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1) progression downward
Cinquain (2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2) five-line poem-any theme
’28’ Form (4 x 7) or (7 x 4) lines & syllables
Free Verse – No Limitations
All Use Syllable Count Except Free Verse
[Anything goes in Free Verse]
See [POETRY PAGE] for further instructions
Fictional Suggestions
Flash Fiction (500 – 300 words)
Any Genre: Mystery-Sci-Fi–Fantasy–Horror–Literary
***One main character
***Room for one scene
***Main conflict in first sentence
***Room for a single plot
***Room for a single, simple theme
***SHOW anything related to the main conflict
***TELL the backstory; don’t “show” it
***Save the twist until the end
***Eliminate all but essential words

Use your best judgement

Remembrance: Marcel Proust #60

Remembrance: Marcel Proust
Part #60
Moments from
“Remembrance of Things Past”


“So we don’t believe
that life is beautiful
because we don’t recall it

but if we get a whiff
of a long-forgotten smell
we are suddenly intoxicated

and similarly
we think
we no longer love
the dead
we don’t remember them

but if by chance
we come across an old glove
we burst into tears.”

― Marcel Proust

ghost of proust at grave

‘Spirit from the Past’ © j.kiley

T.S. Eliot’s “The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

prufrock 1st inside page

It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

— T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

This is an Excerpt. For full poem go to this link:

I first read the poem “The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” while taking a class in college on ‘Poetry & Literature.’ My memory of the poem is completely different from college. Then it seemed an odd poem with sprinklings of the weird. That always was a strong remembrance. Reading it today, I find it quite profound and beautiful. I include only the opening passage but highly recommend going to the link above. ‘Prufrock.’ is a brilliant example of why poetry is necessary and expresses whatever it has in mind in a way where no other form of expression would do.

“Poetry is as close as written language comes to the visual arts but, aside from narrative poems, it is not a medium easily adapted to visual forms.” – Josh Jones


Commonly known as “Prufrock”, it is a poem by the American-British Poet T. S. Eliot (1888–1965). Eliot was influences by Dante Alighieri when he began writing “Prufrock” in February 1910. It was first published in the June 1915 issue of Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. It was later printed as part of a twelve-poem pamphlet titled Prufrock and Other Observations in 1917. At the time of its publication, Prufrock was considered outlandish, but is now seen as heralding a paradigmatic cultural shift from late 19th-century Romantic verse to Modernism. The poem is regarded as the beginning of Eliot’s career as an influential poet.

Eliot narrates the experience of Prufrock using the stream of consciousness technique developed by his fellow Modernist writers. The poem, described as a “drama of literary anguish”, is a dramatic interior monologue of an urban man, stricken with feelings of isolation and an incapability for decisive action that is said “to epitomize frustration and impotence of the modern individual” and “represent thwarted desires and modern disillusionment”. Prufrock laments his physical and intellectual inertia, the lost opportunities in his life and lack of spiritual progress, and he is haunted by reminders of unattained carnal love. With visceral feelings of weariness, regret, embarrassment, longing, emasculation, sexual frustration, a sense of decay, and an awareness of mortality, “Prufrock” has become one of the most recognised voices in modern literature. [Wikipedia]