Weekly Writing Prompt #100

Weekly Writing Challenge
Poetry and/or Flash Fiction
July 31st 2017 #100

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(5) Words: | FOUND | ART | STORY | FIRE | TREAT |

*A brilliant idea has been brought to my attention regarding the (5) word prompt. Please feel free to substitute any of the words with a synonym.🎈 🎭 ✨

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 [your choice] – just follow meter
Villanelle (19 line poem[no word limit]–2 repeating rhymes & 2 refrains)… Excellent example is Dylan Thomas’s “Do not go gentle into that good night”
Nonet (9 – 8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1) progression downward of syllables
Cinquain (2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2) five-line poem on any theme – syllables
’28’ Form (4 x 7) or (7 x 4) lines & syllables or lines
Free Verse – No Limitations
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

Proust: ‘Pain We Obey’

“Remembrance of Things Past”
July 30th 2017 | #109


The highest praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.” ― Marcel Proust

“…the nose is generally the organ in which stupidity is most readily displayed.”
― Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah

“the remembrance of things past is not necessarily the rememberance of things as they were”
― Marcel Proust

“One says the things which one feels the need to say, and which the other will not understand: one speaks for oneself alone.” ― Marcel Proust

“Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.” ― Marcel Proust

ghost of proust at grave

Song Tribute | The Promise

Chris Cornell | “The Promise”

Chris Cornell a close mate to Chester Bennington who committed suicide on Chris Cornell’s birthday and just short of two months since Chris Cornell’s own suicide. This song will give you a sense of the depth of his soul.

I am playing this Tribute song for Chester Bennington. Next week I continue to honor both their sudden deaths. Two who died too young . too much pain. RIP

The Promise
Sung by Chris Cornell

If I had nothing to my name
But photographs of you
Rescued from the flames
That is all I would ever need
As long as I can read
What’s written on your face
The strength that shines
Behind your eyes
The hope and light
That will never die

And one promise you made
One promise that always remains
No matter the price
A promise to survive
Persevere and thrive
As we’ve always done

And you said
“The poison in a kiss
Is the lie upon the lips”
Truer words were never shared
When I feel
Like lies are all I hear
I pull my memories near
The one thing they can’t take

And one promise you made
One promise that always remains
No matter the price
A promise to survive
Persevere and thrive
As we’ve always done

The books still open on the table
The bells still ringing in the air
The dreams still clinging to the pillow
The songs still singing in a prayer

Now my soul
Is stretching through the roots
To memories of you
Back through time and space
To carry home
The faces and the names
And these photographs of you
Rescued from the flames

And one promise you made
One promise that always remains
No matter the price
A promise to survive
Persevere and thrive
And dare to rise once more
A promise to survive
Persevere and thrive
And fill the world with life
As we’ve always done

Writer: Chris Cornell of Soundgarden
For the film of the same name ‘The Promise’

Countertransference | a short film

Countertransference Poster by j.kiley ’17

One of the more bizarre comedy’s on psychotherapy. Inappropriate behavior leads to a strange . dark humor. The therapist really is deranged who pushes the boundary limits beyond anything ever expected. Dry . dark humor. A client gets into therapy to seek help in understanding their life and all things in it. This therapist is so bizarre . it goes beyond the limits which create one with an unusual comic sense . will find the humor and sexuality beyond the pale . yet inside laughing funny. Be brave. Take a step toward the inner sanctum of a totally off the wall way of being a psychotherapist. One step away from stepping off the edge of her professional ethics into a pile of insane proclamations of ridiculous yet bizarre ideas of treatment methods no therapist in the right mind would ever consider doing. I’m delighted with all the fucked up therapists I have seen since I was a teenager were never hanging in mid-air the way the one does in ‘Countertransference.’

But then my first psychiatrist fucked up on my psyche meds [they were the wrong prescription] and taking them caused me to OD . days later he is the one who had the nervous breakdown along with hospitalization. I was only a teenager and didn’t know what psyche meds did then and when it turned out he gave me speed . not a tranquilizer . it does make a difference when I was just trying to calm down and took too many pills because they were not working.

My boss sent me the hospital after I returned to work and had a mini-meltdown. My stomach was pumped and I was sent to my sister and brother-in-law’s place for the night while in a deep state of withdrawal and depression. It was better than going home and I Serendipitously discovered W.C. Fields late that night. I started laughing hysterically. My depression lifted. So from further experience [I’ve seen many therapists since that day and few were the special ones]. I would say no one would ever do countertransference under such extreme circumstances. Wacky. One crazy short film. Not meant for younger children or those below teenage years. – j.kiley

Countertransference | Madeleine Olnek

Rating . . . R (Dark Comedy . Sexuality . Live Action)
Length . . . 15m 6s

Directed By Madeleine Olnek
Made In USA

I’ve yet to see Madeleine Olnek’s first Sundance kissed short Hold Up, but if it’s even a shadow of the comedy Countertransference is, then no explanations are necessary as to why Olnek is racking up festival awards and screening selections like they’re going out of style.

Countertransference, as I know from my boozy stint as a psychology undergrad, results when a therapist transfers their unconscious feelings to a patient. I highly recommend daily sessions with HBO’s In Treatment if you’re in need of a visual reference. However in the skillful hands of Olnek, it’s a means by which sheepish and assertively challenged New Yorker Carla Carthrop is trapped in a less than ideal job at a junk store . where loyal service will be rewarded with a step down to the basement and with a therapist who’s techniques for confronting unconscious suicidal tendencies or transference could be called questionable to say the least.

I’m often cynical about comedy shorts. Even allowing for taste or cultural differences, most filmmakers out there are too quick to jump to the defense of not ‘getting it’ when the laughs fail to materialize instead of looking to a weak script and even weaker gags. However Olnek’s chops as a playwright are evident from the painful awkwardness of Countertransference’s situations and perfectly exploits the power imbalance present in all worker/boss, patient/therapist relationships that even the brave and bold find difficult to transcend. Did I laugh? Yes, often and hard. If you find yourself lacking even the hint of a smile throughout Countertransference’s 15 minute running time, I suggest you seek some professional help.

Variations on a Line #4 | Come Together

Come Together © j.kiley ’17

Come Together . John Lennon
John Lennon Live in Concert at Madison Square Garden NYC on August 30, 1972 . The #85 appears on video briefly . John Lennon was assassinated December 8th 1980 . John Lennon was born in Liverpool UK October 9th 1940 . He was only 40 when he was murdered.

John Lennon in NYC t-shirt . Love John’s look . So Zen


John Gardner On Life and Writing #21

Quote about John Gardner: “The late John Gardner once said that there are only two plots in all of literature. You go on a journey or a stranger comes to town. Since women, for many years, were denied the journey, they were left with only one plot in their lives — to await the stranger. Indeed, there is essentially no picaresque tradition among women novelists. While the latter part of the twentieth century has seen a change of tendency, women’s literature from Austen to Woolf is by and large a literature about waiting, usually for love.” ― Mary Morris, The Illustrated Virago Book of Women Travellers



“Because his art is such a difficult one, the writer is not likely to advance in the world as visibly as do his neighbors: while his best friends from high school or college are becoming junior partners in prestigious law firms, or opening their own mortuaries, the writer may be still sweating out his first novel.” ― John Gardner, On Becoming a Novelist

Quote about John Gardner: “It was [John Gardner’s] conviction that if the words in the story were blurred because of the author’s insensitivity, carelessness, or sentimentality, then the story suffered from a tremendous handicap. But there was something even worse and something that must be avoided at all costs: if the words and the sentiments were dishonest, the author was faking it, writing about things he didn’t care about or believe in, then nobody could ever care anything about it.” ― Raymond Carver, Call If You Need Me: The Uncollected Fiction and Other Prose


John Gardner (1933–1982) was born in Batavia, New York. His critically acclaimed books include the novels Grendel, The Sunlight Dialogues, and October Light, for which he received the National Book Critics Circle Award, as well as several works of nonfiction and criticism such as On Becoming a Novelist. He was also a professor of medieval literature and a pioneering creative writing teacher whose students included Raymond Carver and Charles Johnson. When I worked at Bennington College in Southern VT I would often see him walking across the campus during the Summer Writing Workshops. Or when his white hair was flowing as he rode his beloved motorcycle on campus or away.  –  j.kiley