December 29, 2013 
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This says it all. An incredibly inspiring post.
I shut my eyes in order to see…
The poet, the painter, or the photographer who is locked into only the visual phenomena
may miss the heart of what was actually being experienced…
Internationalization closes
many doors…
Do not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail
…
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December 12, 2013 7 Comments
If words would move you–
if dreams could be…
For you, I’d write a library.
With columns true
–and filigree
If words would move you–
I’d build you two
I’d scribble three!
For you, I’d write a library.
Then browsing through
you’d surely see,
If words would move you–
Each book imbued
with coeur d’esprit…
For you, I’d write a library.
Let Muse renew
a history…
If words would move you–
for you, I’d write a library.
©K. Robiscoe
November 10, 2013 7 Comments
“Deal.” Cody says, in a commanding tone to the Duke. He’s so excited to start the game of Blind Man’s Bluff he’s drooling. His enthusiasm is contagious; his anxious fidgets riling the other assembled poker players to the point the room’s become a cacophony of twitching gamblers, and howling card sharks, and for a moment, the Duke wishes the door in the kitchen had been shut for the day already when Cody had arrived. Cody’s too excitable by far, is what it is, and flicking cards toward the group assembled around the felted green table with random precision, Duke squashes his instinct to instantly retrieve them by scraping divots with his overly long nails into each released card’s patterned back. His mark, and his party, and he damn well doesn’t care what the other players think about it, either.
In seconds the players have their hands—as well as their attitudes about their hands—and Cody sniffs the air automatically, practically smelling the sweat break out on his buddy Trouble, so named due to his tendency to start fights with unsuspecting rollerbladers. Trouble has an unreasonable fear of rollerbladers, and quite possibly bad cards, too, and the Duke takes this under advisement as he licks-—nibbles, and sticks—-the very best card he has to the crown of his head. The other players follow suit, affixing the cards to their brows and heads to mimic the Indian braves for which the poker game is named.
“I’m going first.” the Duke says, grimacing a bit threateningly as he pushes chips toward the table’s center. “My house—my rules. I bet two.”
“I’ll call your tooOOOOOoooo!” Snoop Dog sing-songs. “And raise it twooOOOoo, toooOOOoooo!”
“That’s four to you, Cody.”
“I’m out.” Tiger decides, tossing his cards to the felt, face down. He demonstrates both a lack of breeding and poker etiquette by pushing away from the table, and scratching his balls with great gusto.
“Cody?” the Duke growls, irritated he can’t join Tiger—his balls suddenly itch fearsomely, too–and put out to remind Mr. Raring-to-Go. “You want to play, Cody?”
“Do I!’ Cody rejoins, jumping from his chair, and running circles around the poker table. “Do I! Do I, do I, do I, dooOOOoo!”
“Cody!” the group barks in stereo, but the excited fellow can’t control himself. He is getting on in years, Duke thinks. Even in dog years Cody would be considered over-the-hill, and Duke wonders if it’s possible to be afflicted with hyperactivity and Old Timers simultaneously.
“Stop that this minute!” the Duke adds. The interruption is particularly upsetting; Duke’s almost positive he has the highest card stuck to his brow—-Snoop’s the only one with a picture card, and it’s just a green one—-and throwing all social nicety to the wind, he does the unthinkable.
He leashes Cody, and leads the agitated golden retriever out to the yard.
October 11, 2013 8 Comments
Character sketch II
a couple apostrophes set their friends up on a date
since neither apostrophe was possessive, they got together
double-dated with their matchmakers
to quote the one apostrophe
“it was a four de source”
eventually, though, the new couple had a falling out
and paused things for a but
, and, but
driving the one apostrophe positively dotty
that’s neither here nor there.
Have more fun with punctuation! Proofread: The “It” Girl
September 15, 2013 11 Comments
Thinking in terms
of “character” traits
does W envy the V
for her Waist?
since plainly
V Vainly
watches her slants,
the W tried
but W can’t..
And what about M?
does it Make her Mad?
that N’s always Noshing,
but Never gets fat?
as all letters know
M Moder-ates Much,
whatever M “ate”
was Merely enough…
The same goes for B
who’s Bothered by P
’cause B is as Basic
to meals as can B
He Broils
and he Bakes
But Blasted
P Poaches
stealing the Battle
of Bulge
with aPProaches
and gloating–
P Pairs,
and Pigs out
on blankets
wraPPed around aPPs
found
around franks
—It’s no wonder
that speech is
deteriorating!
with such letter envy
and such letter hating!
Clearly impelling
a global truncating
–of petulant words
that need separating,
’til finally one day
we’ll boot acronyms, too
and revert to grunting
as cavemen would do.
©Karen Robiscoe
Check out another riff (or 2) on the alphabet…words…uh, yeah.
March 11, 2013 9 Comments
Which Author Would You Choose to Write Your Biography?
This is easy. Since it’s a purely hypothetical situation, I am going to enlist a team of writers, specifically: John Steinbeck, Mark Twain, Ray Bradbury, and Margaret Mitchell.
It would be released exclusively on audio book, so the full impact of Steinbeck’s resonant narration would be experienced. He would supervise plot & drama, of course, and Twain would create massively embellished setting & dialogue, and Bradbury would document my creative process—venturing off the “Path” now and again, but crushing no butterflies. Ms. Mitchell would brush stroke in the GWTW factor, naturally, aka romance.
March 11, 2013 4 Comments
The Great & Powerful Oz
‘Went to Oz last night. That’s right. Eschewed the rabbit hole for a twister this time, and what a furniture-studded, fairway-booth-flying, completely redone choice that proved to be. I don’t often write movie reviews, but this flick hit on enough cylinders to impact my wheelhouse, so yeah…I had to review it. As far as other-worldly wheelhouses go, anyway, and since I’m aware of the ‘spoiler alert’ imperative for reel reviews, I’ll stick to vague allusions & umbrella outlines when sharing high points of this place far, far from Kansas. A place where Black & White is all kinds of HD Technicolor, suddenly, and spotting witches & flying simians is just so much air traffic.
And yet this movie was completely fresh. Though at first I expected the original four characters to pop up and steer the film down a familiar yellow-brick path, that didn’t happen. Not directly anyway. The focus was on the Wizard’s experience (played by James Franco) and I will tell you this: He was styled after the original carne in the 1939 version of the movie; the fortune-teller who Dorothy encountered when she ran away from home, Toto in tow. A likeable fella with a winsome smile, Franco is yards more handsome than the original Wizard, making it easy to stop missing Dorothy in…oh… about a heel-clicking, nano-second, and fall under his toothsome, Wizard’s spell.
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Witches Wicked & Good thought so, too, as did the three friends who joined the Wizard on his journey to the Emerald City. With characteristics just deliciously different enough from the original trio to make the whole thing new, each of the Wizard’s companions was as engaging as the running buddies they upstaged—but don’t worry! More than a few of the other main players made cameos in the film in one way or another, even as key scenes and prop devices from the old flick were resurrected & reimagined, too. This included the “hologram wizard ruse” the original film featured, to truly astounding & revised effect, while maintaining the integrity of the initial concept at the same time.
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Sure the musical score was so unremarkable as to be non-existent, but the traveling visuals made up for the mediocre soundtrack. (if there even was one, because again: unremarkable) The arrivals, departures & journeys through Kansas, Oz & the Emerald City were plenty remarkable, though! Phenomenal, even. From the epic vortex that transported the Wizard to his “kingdom”, to the surprisingly, durable hot air balloon, to white-water rapids fun, and Bubble Travel. That’s all that needs to be said, I think. Bubble travel—because if any part of that term interests you, I’m pretty sure you need to go see the movie yourself.
For those of you less intrigued by Bubbles, but looking for *pop* nevertheless, I’ll sum up by noting the storyline was compelling enough to ensure my rating completely bypasses Butt-Cruncher, to just shy of: “Aww…it’s over already?”—in terms of whether it’s worth the trouble to hit a Cineplex. I say go, even if there’s no convenient tornado conveyance by which to travel. The silver screen does the special effects justice, and this mix of Alice in Wonderland, meets Charlie & the Chocolate Factory, meets Wiizard of Oz, meets Avatar—is worth it! Even in 2D, which is all the dimensionality this 2D gal’s eyes could handle, though I do advise skipping the double-digit popcorn option. With no butter, butter flavoring, or Astro-glide offered, the concessions stands are clearly feeling the recession, so unless you’re a mad movie snacker who must have her Junior Mints, it’s probably better to save your cash for some unforeseen, act of God (and Disney) of your own.
Feel free to turn your cell phones back on, chick-a-deez!
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