Prompts for RWJ, Prompt 196

Hey there, I’m really starting to prompt towards the new theme. So here’s the hint: it’s all about the heart, the thumping thing. So yea, look within your heart, dear poet. And start right there. That’s a very good place to start. In fact it’s the one and only place to start. Yes yes yes. Light a lantern. Then tread there cautiously. See what happens.

Prompts for RWJ, Prompt 195

On the topic of self, have you run out of things to say? That self that you call self– that’s called your character isn’t it? Given human imperfection, there’s self-glorification on the one hand (eek), and self-effacement on the other (eek), and do we seem to be hung up on both like a row of dead ducks? How noble is man’s reason when it is ultimately cut down to size on the greater mystery of life? What is certain is that humanity has much in common and it is on these universal values that great literature is made. I’ve an idea already for the next issue of the journal. Wrap up time, if you’ve got anything further to add, dear poets.

Prompts for RWJ, Prompt 194

There’re lots of people who are Christians. Christianity seems to be the fallback position. It holds a belief and that belief is key to the way one lives. I don’t think it holds the position that life is empty. If you aim to be a spiritual person without recourse to Christianity, then you may feel more akin to Eastern philosophy. In which case you would hold emptiness to have value, like a vase or a container. There is a pathway there too. In your poem, make some kind of value statement.

Prompts for RWJ, Prompt 193

Hello guys, we’re in August and the journal’s winding down its game. Well, the deadline for submission is 28 August, by the way. The theme we’re exploring is self, or Song of Myself. Anyway I’ve just watched a biographical sports movie called The Greatest Game Ever Played, about America’s golf champion, Francis Ouimet. He was the first amateur golfer to win the US Open in 1913. I enjoyed it even though I’m not much into golf. Nail-biting stuff. As an amateur, he didn’t win any money. So that made me think about my own practice of poetry, which doesn’t profit one’s pockets. Would you do something if it doesn’t bring you any money? Well, I am doing it and it profits me creatively and that is a kind of spiritual abundance. So I’ll just pretend I’m Francis’s competitor, British golf pro, Harry Vardon, who managed to swing the ball out of the puddle. Hurrah to a great game!
I almost forgot. The prompt’s to write a biographically inspired story.

Prompts for RWJ, Prompt 192

Writing is about the imagination. Which is enormous. Einstein said it and he’s one smart alec. He said, “Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.” And those coming attractions cannot be dead, I may add. There is no joy in dead animals. Nope. Nah. Nada. So can you write a poem addressing dead animals? Soliloquize like Hamlet upon a skull.

Prompts for RWJ, Prompt 191

It’s been a while, folks. I’m taking a breather, I suppose. If you remember, the theme of our current journal is “Song Of Myself”. I’m addressing that theme and asking you to do the same. Do it like an internal monologue so the reader can listen to your thoughts. Thoughts are pretty interesting. Without thoughts we would be empty vessels, wouldn’t we? To which, some smart alec would respond, Empty vessels make the most noise. The point being? Is there a point? You tell me.