tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74927302980767022932024-02-18T19:49:16.413-06:00WordSpinning by Kathleenheart to heart chats regarding the world of a writer who is something of a genre slut. jon-ra slut:
writer who keeps no genre boundaries; creates new genresKathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-70679936994601747732017-06-13T08:36:00.000-05:002017-06-13T08:36:13.337-05:00Message in a Blog
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Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-79029309096185250012017-05-26T09:40:00.001-05:002017-05-26T17:18:24.447-05:00Neither Kith Nor Kin
Setting: Homecoming at Spalding University’s MFA in Writing
Time: May 2017
Title: Who Am I? Or, Neither Kith Nor Kin
Genre: Skit
Me: Hello!
You: So, you’re a writer? What do you write?
Me: Words. Phrases. Clauses. Sentences. Poems. Short stories. Novels. Essays. &Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-40404053906784438732016-11-06T20:23:00.000-06:002017-01-07T17:40:53.358-06:00LONESOME DOVE ...trivia explained The Latin phrase, uva uvam vivendo varia fit, that appears on the Hat Creek Cattle Company is a corruption of the latin phrase uva uvam videndo varia fit from the scholia to Juvenal 2.81. It means, literally a grape changes color [i.e., ripens] when it sees [another] grape
( c.60– c.140), Roman satirist; Latin name Decimus Junius Juvenalis. He wrote 16-verse satires that Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-51271514702065423862016-07-07T09:17:00.000-05:002016-07-07T09:17:50.376-05:00O, O, O... as in "O, Azaleas..."Savannah is known for its azaleas about the second week in March. One spring in the 1990s our poetry society had a poet from Auburn, New York, visit to do a program. I remember his program on the haiku, but at this moment I don't remember his name nor the name of his book buried on my poetry shelves.
I do, however, remember clearly something he said and a subsequent poem I was moved to write Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-41612208893231104802016-07-02T17:20:00.000-05:002016-07-02T17:20:57.277-05:00Farm to City...Saturday July 2, 4:49 p.m.
Dear Diary...
This morning my daughter and I shopped for peaches, watermelon, and tomatoes, green beans, tomatoes, shelled lima beans and peas--all good for an upcoming Independence Day. A local farmers market, replete with live music, is new to our neighborhood, brought on, I suppose, by the current farm to table craze that everyone seems to have adopted.
I even Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-92204236715767538732016-02-01T10:02:00.000-06:002016-02-01T10:04:03.607-06:00Dear Mr. Eliot...April is not the cruelest month.
January 2016 has set a new record for me.
Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-72713215480925602412015-09-25T15:32:00.000-05:002016-07-08T08:56:05.324-05:00Trick or Treat!
But... beware if you plan to knock on the door of
Kathleen Driskell. She lives next door to the dead and there’s no telling what
trickery she and her neighbors will have stirred up for you.
Often
two genres lie bookmarked on my desk simultaneously. Less often do they have a
connection. In this case I’ve been reading the workKathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-4560877556793732782015-08-05T09:34:00.003-05:002015-08-05T09:34:32.114-05:00An Open Letter: The Tongue of the Wise
Dear Wade and Charles,
Although the page counter for my blog indicates otherwise, it would seem that only you two have read my comments regarding Go Set a Watchman. And you may not know each other, but both of you have an interest in all things Harper Lee as do I. So as Joan Rivers was fond of saying, “Let’s talk.”
Neither of you will be surprised to know that I’m making this public or that IKathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-90205126083983048872015-07-21T15:58:00.001-05:002015-07-21T15:58:34.603-05:00My Say: The Second Book
In the south I know, everybody has a say. You talk. I listen. I talk. You listen. And so on until all are heard. Never mind that we don’t agree. Or that what we have to say is just another version of what has already been said. We still listen. Now I’d like my say.
The staggering news of Harper Lee’s second book was hinted about by a scholar as early as the 1980s at a meeting of the Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-91048005524113605452015-04-09T18:22:00.000-05:002015-04-09T18:22:57.571-05:00April's AngstThe inevitable fall? It happened to me on Thursday, March 26, the day after my oldest sister turned 90. That's how I explained it to the Emergency Medics on the ambulance who were quizzing me to see if my brains had been totally scrambled when I hit the bathroom floor face down, and later I learned, was totally unresponsive at first.
I remembered being very lucid but what my grown grandson heardKathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-44406712778560712802015-01-07T10:54:00.001-06:002015-01-09T16:56:51.470-06:00Spinning With Old MusicI had never laid eyes on a record player until my older sister, Ree, finally agreed, after much begging, to take me along with her to spend the night with Gladys Milner. I knew exactly where Gladys lived because our bus to Etteca School picked her up and let her off in front of the red brick house sitting in the middle of an untended corn or cotton field with no other houses close by. That house Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-43035798623883705032014-10-02T12:39:00.000-05:002014-10-02T12:43:09.819-05:00Pride, Pectin, and the Inevitable Fall
Long before I could recite the alphabet, I got a good dose of Elizabethan language from my dad with such expressions as “Pride goeth before a fall.” The King James Version, of course. The real Bible. I heard that one about as often as I heard “Nothing worse than a thief and a liar” in Daddy’s own rural Alabama tongue. The profundity of that twinship has become foremost in my proverbs that I’ve Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-58188233606684491862014-05-07T06:13:00.000-05:002014-05-07T08:09:49.386-05:00Entertaining in the South, Ya'll[Note: Published first in the 1990s when I had a writing gig with a local newspaper in Savannah. I thought of it, perhaps dated in details, yesterday when I was in charge of eight handsome Super Waiters who served at our United Methodist Women luncheon at Highlands United Methodist Church. This is a personal nod to their time, talent, and tenacity--qualities of service espoused by our very Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-15086329479175518312014-03-26T08:16:00.001-05:002014-03-26T08:16:08.045-05:00Letter to a WriterExcerpt of letter from Alabama's beloved Helen Norris (1916 - 2013)
I like to think that in heaven there is a fenced-in corner where the writers work. No editors are allowed. (Most of them are in hell.) And there are lovely angels assigned to printing anything we choose. Our individual talents and tastes will have become so refined that what we choose to publish will be heavenly indeed. And Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-55119583097742722662014-03-26T08:13:00.001-05:002014-03-26T08:13:27.133-05:00Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-35788169562833292252013-10-10T11:09:00.001-05:002013-10-10T11:09:17.012-05:00WordSpinning by Kathleen: "After Long Silence"WordSpinning by Kathleen: "After Long Silence"Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-25653051269134182702013-10-10T08:19:00.002-05:002013-10-10T08:21:21.104-05:00"After Long Silence"<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-49304593811080763852013-05-10T14:44:00.000-05:002013-05-11T06:28:25.748-05:00A Mother's Day Prayer by Reverend Emily Freeman Penfield, Pastor, Woodlawn United Methodist ChurchWhen Associate Pastor Emily Freeman Penfield was leaving Highlands United Methodist Church for her new post as Pastor of Church of the Reconciler, she presented the congregation with a gift--a small booklet of her prayers, Praying Through the Year. I interviewed Emily last week for my article about her and her work, "All in a Day's Work," posted now at www.weldbham.com. Her Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-7398749078207086952013-04-23T09:14:00.000-05:002013-04-23T09:14:32.038-05:00To Write (or Not) in Paris
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Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-53153927980516854752013-04-05T08:13:00.000-05:002013-04-05T08:13:45.553-05:00Poets, please sign in and receive a standing ovation...
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Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492730298076702293.post-78708758294890224732013-02-19T09:07:00.000-06:002013-02-19T09:07:50.525-06:00Rabbit Hole of Writing: Looking for Pen PalsMy Dear Readers,
For the past year my blogging journey has submerged into that wascally wabbit hole of cyberspace, and this morning I'm trying to figure out just where in Wonderland all my "stuff" resides. Perhaps no archives exist here. Perhaps all of my early readers have fallen away because truly they were friends with my niece, Dorothy, anyway. (No she does not wear red slippers, although Kathleen Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06836793296793377680noreply@blogger.com0