3D Packshots – My Books – Super Ebook Sale

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Usually a publisher will send you the front cover of your book as a 3D Packshot. However, if you’re like me and are published online, chances are you only get a flat 1D cover. Since joining Substack I have learnt a thing or two esp. after following US Author AR Shaw @ https://arshawbooks.com/ who shows excellent 3D images of her print, ebooks & audio books. Research has led me to a “free” website where you can upload your one dimensional covers and magically convert them to various 3D images and sizes. I did shout him a Cup of Coffee, great site! https://diybookcovers.com/

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Please grab this deal! Ebook Sale for your Kindle or Tablet – commences 16th April – 23rd April 2024. My books are available on Amazon, Kobo, Booktopia, Barnes & Noble, Books Direct, Smashwords, Bibliotheca, Odilo, Fable, Everand, Palace Marketplace, Thalia, EBay and Vivlio. In Australia my books are also available at Angus & Robertson, Better Read than Dead and Dymocks. Click directly to my AUTHOR PAGE!

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The Question in Poetry

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Writing questions in poetry has a history from as early as Dante, to 16th Century (Shakespeare) prolific in modernism and in today’s post-modernism/ contemporary writing. In post-modernism, the poem is a surface to play with, to question values, political or social notions or to simply be irreverent. The modernist poet T.S. Eliot incorporated questions in The Waste Land (with added notes) to direct us back to the original source. ‘Frisch weht der Wind/ Der Meimat zu/ Mein Irisch Kind/ Wo Weilest du?’ (The sailor’s song from Wagner’s opera – Tristan and Isolde). W.S. Merwin (1927-2019 ), an American political poet, uses the question in his poem Some Last Questions to create his own agenda concerning the role of man in war. A question, therefore, can be used solely for effect with no answer expected. By its implication that the answer is obvious, it is a means of achieving an emphasis stronger than a direct statement. Further, a questioning poem is not meant to be completely opaque and difficult. It’s not a Language poem, but we also don’t want it to be completely clear. There should be some mystery about the meaning, there should be some ambiguity, some inventiveness to keep the reader guessing!

Rhetorical questions, mostly used in speeches and in poetry, are questions that do not expect an answer. They are usually questions that make a reader think about a point, or a question that is obvious where the poet has asked it to make a point.

Examples of Rhetorical questions: If everyone else jumped off a cliff, would you do it too? The answer is an obvious ‘no!’ A more direct answer might be “Are you kidding?” which has now become a figure of speech.

How am I supposed to live without you? The answer is designed to convey the importance of the audience in the speaker’s life.

‘If you / prick us do we not bleed?’ (from The Merchant of Venice Act III, Scene I, lines 60-61) The answer is an obvious ‘yes’. This conveys to the reader the fact that the speaker is obviously human.

Answering a question in poetry It appears questions can be answered in more than one way in poetry and in doing so, they provide ambiguity. It is similar to what Wallace Stevens once said, “It’s not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window.” Therefore, ambiguity exists in answering question poems to bring different understandings of a single object, phrase or image. At the heart of this poetry, is the heart of metaphor, and therefore the poem becomes richer if its images and meanings are open to interpretation. Why do poets want a poem to more or less puzzle the reader? The answer to that question might be that the poet wants the reader to come back to the poem a few times to decide what it means.

On Finding an Old Passport Photograph

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Who is that angelic child? Who is that angry angel
in the passport photograph of yourself, John?
Is he the spirit who was duped into taking your name,
the free spirit who escaped through a hole
in the kindergarten fence to cheerfully amble home?
The boy who looked across the railway tracks
to see a grinning tsotsi drag a finger across his throat?
The child-migrant losing his boomerang in a Canadian sky?
The future poet who, holed-up inside his cupboard
listening to the whispering of his words, would refute all images?
Who is that angel? Where is that child angry
in the passport photograph of yourself, John? (c)

 tsotsi = a young, black gangster in South Africa

Questions about Wasps

Each morning, a wasp starts out as a lone traveller
heading into the garden, its hind legs dangling and
trailing in the wind. These moments are an eloquent

gesture of nature, the wasp on a journey into nectar,
jazzing up noisy wings, talkative as the bumble bee
already in the Fuchsia. There are many questions you

might want to ask, yet the only one you do know is
that wasps sting, especially late summer if you have
a fly swat or rolled newspaper in your hand.

Yet you’re curious about this eager garden traveller, like
a fly-in miner, flying out. Is he copying the tiger with
all those stripes on his back? Is he the bee’s rival, as he

hovers in mimicry? Is it to camouflage pincers in wax flowers
or to fool the bumble bee into thinking he is one of him?
And why does this busy wasp follow from petal to stamen,

and stamen again, and not the other way around? What about
his paper-mache home, is that in the roof? Is he building
a colony of one hundred wasps, damaging the beams?

You guess that wasps are designed to make you think. So,
wondering about that loud buzzing noise as he backs out of
a bud, is he imitating the operatic bee who comes out singing?

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Writing Modern Forms of Poetry

Poetic form is more flexible in modernist and post-modernist poetry, and continues to be less structured than in previous literary eras. Many modern poets avoid recognisable structures or forms, and write in free verse. Some regard for basic formal structures of poetry will be found in even the best free verse, however much such structures may appear to have been ignored. Similarly, in the best poetry written in classic styles there will be departures from strict form for emphasis or effect.

Among major structural elements used in poetry are the line, the stanza or verse paragraph, and larger combinations of stanzas or lines such as cantos (I sing). Also sometimes used are broader visual presentations of words and calligraphy. These basic units of poetic form are often combined into larger structures, called poetic forms or poetic modes, as in the sonnet or haiku.

Lines and stanzas
Lines of poems are often organized into stanzas, which are denominated by the number of lines included. Thus a collection of two lines is a *couplet (or distich), three lines a triplet (or tercet), four lines a quatrain, five lines a quintain (or cinquain), six lines a sestet, and eight lines an octet. These lines may or may not relate to each other by rhyme or rhythm. For example, a couplet may be two lines with identical metres which rhyme or two lines held together by a common metre alone. Stanzas often have related couplets or triplets within them.

With the advent of printing, poets gained greater control over the mass-produced visual presentations of their work. Visual elements have become an important part of the poet’s toolbox, and many poets have sought to use visual presentation for a wide range of purposes. Some Modernist poets have made the placement of individual lines or groups of lines on the page an integral part of the poem’s composition. At times, this complements the poem’s rhythm through visual caesuras of various lengths, or creates juxtapositions so as to accentuate meaning, ambiguity or irony, or simply to create an aesthetically pleasing form. In its most extreme form, this can lead to concrete poetry or asemic writing. (caesura = denotes an audible pause that breaks up a line of verse).

Modern Forms
Blank Verse should not be confused with free verse which has no definite metre. Blank verse is simply unrhymed verse with a regular metre. Metre is the name of the regular system of the alternation of accented and unaccented syllables. One of the easiest ways to remember this system is to think in terms of TUM-ti, or ti-TUM. e.g “We reQUIRE running WATer and BATHtubs and SHOWers.”

Free Verse: The main feature of free verse is that traditional rhythm is abandoned. The regular line rhythm based on metre is replaced by the natural rhythms and cadences of ordinary speech, so that the flow of the verse rises and falls at random as do the poet’s thoughts and emotions. Rhyme is also frequently abandoned but other poetic devices such as alliteration, assonance etc., are generally retained.

Variations of form
*The Couplet
The following poem is commonly called an Ezra Pound couplet. Pound’s couplet gives a glimpse of something deeper about life. Compares two images and one illuminates the other. It gives an exact image of a moment. No rhyme, no metre, few words. Lines are a 14/7 syllable count.  It also rhymes and therefore is a heroic couplet.

In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd,

Petals on a wet, black bough

The Dress   
        Robert Adamson
There is a dress left hanging its fabric
still bright it remains where she left it

at the far corner of the bedroom
in the white wardrobe

each day I open it and look
nothing changes it hangs there crisp

with light she wore it
a few times last spring and has left

not knowing the meanings I would draw
from her casual act

I tell friends it is the dress once
worn by a woman who was killed in

a traffic accident and it was left forgotten
the night she hurried to her death

it is an evening dress make of silk
a pale blue coloured by a print on the skirt

of an abstract wing in darker blue
styled for a young woman

in an almost classic pattern except for its high
bust line and the sudden waist

I have not touched it since the last time
she wore it nobody has touched it

since the night she stopped being
my wife the night

I wanted to kill her lover in the panic
of losing what I had come to think of as love (c)

A Writing Exercise for You: From the following images create your couplet. You can write as many as you wish. They do not necessarily have to rhyme. eg. Raking the sand; Collecting shells; A goldfish; Figs in a bucket; Cars on the freeway; A rock slide; A whale on the shore; Cottons in a box, A coastline, Rocky mountain, A bicycle. The following samples are similar to an Ezra Pound couplet.

A bunny stamping its foot
A child waiting at the bus stop

A cat in a fish bowl
A child locked in her room

 A squirrel skydiving
 
My life in free fall

Students collecting their lunches
Elephants in a stampede

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My Review of Substack

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A Personal View as a Substack Contributor

I have been a writer and tutor on Substack for  2 months, first joining on 4th February 2024. During this time I have progressed to having 20 subscribers, some dropping out, others later adding on. At first, since I am quite savvy on most social media platforms and able to update my own website, I thought I would wing it being on another social media site. But it suredang has been an enormous learning curve. You don’t just post, but utilize that Post as a “Note” and from the Note you share it to all your social media, X, instagram, FB & LinkedIn, etc. Additionally, there’s Direct Messaging, a Thread, a Chat, and a Secret Boudoir [just kidding!]. It seems to me that Substack is trying to do too many things at once. Most of the members are writers, mainly because it’s about writers monetizing their words and worth, ha! More of trying to earn money from your writing below! However, the idea is to write as often as time allows, but this begs the question: Where in the heck do you get the enormous amount of time to partake in all these features? Some of us work, some of us are writing non-fiction, poetry, essays, vignettes, feature articles like Stephen Fry and some of us are writing blog posts as well as novels [look at me, look at me, look at me!]

I post most weekdays, except for Tuesday, when I upload my weekly “Creative Writing Lessons”. Workshops that I have readily onhand as I taught at the Fremantle Arts Centre for 12 years in association with the OOTA Writers Group. So it’s no big deal to now upload these well-structured writing classes to Substack – the work is already done!

Have I made any money yet? No! Needless to say, it does take a long time, someone wrote that they have been on Substack for 5 years and have only reached 100 subscribers.

I changed plans half way through, instead of following other writers specifically, I joined all the other categories, except politics and religion.  Two new substackers that I have subscribed to, started following and one subscribed. I am yet to follow so many more, however there is the trick to only connect with those people who are posting currenty. There are many on this platform who no longer post, so it’s best to check the last date they wrote something. My advice is if the last date is 2023 or as late as 2022 they have skipped out.

Since 4th February, I have uploaded poetry, an excerpt from my crime novel, some short fiction and as of Tuesday 2nd April, seven creative writing workshops. So far, my “Creative Writing Lessons” have covered: Syntax & the Sentence, Writing What you Don’t Know, Writing Images, The Internal & External Narrator, Writing the Senses, Thomas Hardy to Now and Speculative Fiction. All these workshops can be found on my Substack Here. You don’t have to join or subscribe as there is the option to skip all the steps and click ”No thanks”. That way you can browse and read all the current posts.

One thing more, if you subscribe to my Substack you receive part of the workshop [1-2 writing exercises], but if you become a paid subscriber you receive the full workshop [3 exercises] with an additional gift of one of my ebooks. For a limited time only! 🙂

Thanks for reading!

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Harlan Coben – Writing Thrillers

I have enrolled in a *Thriller Series* with Harlan Coben. It’s a video set of 23 lessons about how to write thrillers and while I’m really writing a “crime” novel, I have learnt quite a lot from this “thriller” master. Apart from the video lessons, there is also a 72 page Pdf which I’m yet to download, however, as the BBC Maestro Series state, as the writer you have it forever.

While I haven’t finished the course (I’m writing the crime novel), I have taken note that as writers we all have doubts and foibles. It’s quite refreshing to hear that even Harlan Coben, at times, has admitted that he *sucks* at the job. He states that even Stephen King, John Grisham and other writers he knows have all agreed you can have doubts about your writing. He says, ‘you have to turn off that voice in your head.’

My second novel *The Ozone Café* which is mainly about council corruption is basically White Collar Crime – and this is subversive in connection with certain characters. It goes undetected until the last owners of the café, namely the Greek Boys who lose the café before its demolition.  Corruption is often covert, and the main reason the rich and the powerful, and the top 1% that are in charge like politicians usually get away with their crimes. We see this in America today with Donald Trump & in Russia with President Putin. The Ozone Café is symbolic of the biblical story, David and Goliath. Who or what small person exactly is prepared to stand up to those in power? We see this in politics every day.

If you’re reading this, you might be interested in a short review from me about Harlan Coben’s writing *Thrillers* workshop series.

My Review

  • Why did you purchase this course / what did you want to achieve?  
  • Answer: I’m writing a crime novel and needed inspiration to keep going from a word count of approx. 40,000 words
  • What did you learn from this course / what did you achieve?  
  • Answer: I can also suck at this! But need to turn off the negative voice in  my head.
  • How did the course make you feel?  
  • Answer:  Good, and glad I subscribed.
  • What are you going to do now that you have completed the course / how are these skills going to benefit you going forwards? 
  • Answer: Not finished yet, and not putting pressure on myself while learning from H. Coben
  • What was your favourite thing about the course?
  • Answer: Able to go back and forth and listen to earlier videos. I need to let things sink in.
  • How would you summarise the course in one sentence? 
  • Answer: Valuable
  • Would you recommend this course? If so, who would you recommend it to and why?  
  • Answer: I have already recommended this course to a writer-friend, however she writes Sci-fi Fantasy, so BBC Maestro may have a master series for this.
  • What books have you read by Harlan Coben
  • Answer: I haven’t yet, but will later on. However, I was alerted to this author by watching the Netflix Series *Safe* –  it was so good I waited for the credits to roll to catch the author’s  name.

Some other things I have gleaned from H. Coben as a writer.

  • When you’re spaced out, ignore all the jibes from friends /family
  • Get rid of the voices of doom / all negative thoughts
  • Being a writer has to be your priority
  • Don’t feel selfish locking yourself away for hours at a time
  • If you disappear for a couple of weeks in retreat, don’t worry about what others think
  • Carry your laptop, ipad, iphone, pens or notebook with you to jot down something that has inspired you.
  • Live with the mindframe that you’re a writer. We’re like seeds that need to germinate
  • Eliminate distractions – washing the windows can wait!
  • It’s okay to change your routine, if morning isn’t working anymore, try afternoon or evening.

The Poetry of Travel

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From Homer (The Odyssey) to Lord Byron (Don Juan) to Elizabeth Bishop, the experience of travel and its vicissitudes has been a natural subject for poetry. The relationship between travel and poetry is so tightly woven that poets and critics have a long tradition of adjacent critique, positing the genre as ‘travel poetry.’

Perhaps the most important feature of travel poetry, and what sets it apart from bucolic traditions, is the position of the traveler/ poet as foreigner. The social displacement that results from travel makes observers of us all, and this can be particularly useful to a poet. An observer’s distance provides an ideal perspective from which to track and stockpile details: place names, local dishes and beers, a different language or dialect, costumes, customs and daily lifestyles.

By separating from the familiar, the poet is free to reinvent and redefine ‘place’ through personal experience. During the course of travel, the poet may see the “elsewhere” through a filter or lens, which can serve to highlight cultural assumptions, dismiss any stereotypes or simply reveal the unknown. The importance of seeing another culture with fresh eyes is to also edify any misconceptions, i.e. how one may feel towards another culture, its people and traditions. The pleasure of this self-awareness may account for the many personalized travel articles, novels, stories and poems. The attraction for “the other/ the exotic” often leads to a number of permanent expatriated writers writing about their ‘homeland’ from abroad.

The position of outsider also allows the poet to accent and frame distinctions between binaries of travel: home and away; domestic and foreign; familiarity and otherness. Fleur Adcock journeys back and forth from New Zealand where she was born, to London where she now lives. In her poem ‘Londoner’ she writes of these binaries, experiencing the alternating change from a warm climate to a cold northern winter.

Scarcely two hours back in the country
and I’m shopping in East Finchley High Road
in a cotton skirt, a cardigan, jandals –
or flipflops as people call them here,
where February’s winter. Aren’t I cold?
The neighbours in their overcoats are smiling
at my smiles and not at my bare toes:
they know me here.
                             I hardly know myself,
yet. It takes me until Monday evening,
walking from the office after dark
to Westminster Bridge. It’s cold, it’s foggy,
the traffic’s as abominable as ever,
and there across the Thames is County Hall,
that uninspired stone body, floodlit.
It makes me laugh. In fact, it makes me sing.
(c)

This is an excerpt of a poetry workshop I conducted in 2011 at the Grove Library. (c)

Frill-necked Lizard

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he’s been knocking his knees
at the ant-hill ball
collects his hat and coat
with a flick of tongue

how smart he looks
in his blue suede shoes
diamontees & pleats

it’s wonderful to think
that he’s all leather
feisty
not yet skinned

COPYRIGHT MATERIAL (c) 2024Painting is by a US artist while together in Barcelona

Brown Honeyeaters

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A brilliant blue rising from a bronze morning
& Brown Honeyeaters are circling the garden.

Today, they’re in the olive tree in my neighbour’s
yard, performing aerial songs (it’s more a short

sharp, tweet). Before spring, I counted two regular
visitors to our horticulture of Canna lilies, Yellow

Bird-of-Paradise, Grevillea, Frangipani, now there are
four! As if in concert, they dance, plunging to & fro.

It’s balletic, reminding you of Rudolf Nureyev & Dame
Margot Fonteine in Romeo & Juliet. One of the

fledglings is as graceful as Maria Kochetkova, a
Giselle fluttering her wings, thin as the veil of a tutu.

There’s fussing from parents, followed by a preen on
brick wall and hedge, a bird commotion of tutelage.

The best is their closeness, high in the branches, and now
that the young are fed and sleepy, the show has stopped.

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Bee in the Polygala

Today, I’m sitting under the pergola near ferns,
Bangalow palm and violet Polygala. There is little

grass as this is a paved courtyard. I’ve decided not to
read or write. Instead I’m studying the flora and fauna

of my plot under the white eyebrows of clouds, much
like Wordsworth did when he wandered lonely as a

cloud. Except I do not feel alone. A mumbling sound
can be heard in the small blossoms of an exquisite

Polygala (also known as Polygama or Milkwort).
Did she wander in, listening to the songs of birds?

Or is her busy tone the ravenous noise kittens
make when they’re lost and suddenly find food?

Or is this bee just visiting her outdoor market
testing each blossom before placing her choice

in a hessian bag at the back of her legs?
When my zoom lens moves in, she doesn’t

flinch or fly, but is perhaps dazzled by
the fizz of lilac before her lucky eyes.

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Fairy Floss

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Fairy Floss [published in of Arc & Shadow]

At the fairgrounds,
we succumb to the fragrance
of soft cocoons of pink.
On a signboard, sun-crinkled packets
burst an arrangement of colour
like the first release of spring crocuses.
Our hands are caricatures of childhood
as we reach for our wares, old collectors’
cards from tattoo stalls, fortunes told.
The expectant looks we gave
at the fairy floss stand.
Was it sixpence, or two shillings
we paid at Easter for a thick swirling stick?
We confess, we eat three packs,
leave one tri-colour tub for home. Sup like bees
in the apartments of nectar and bud.
This cotton candy – all light and sugar,
this pink homesickness;
this fairy floss
that dissolves
before taste has a chance.

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