In memory of Zhao Ziyang
By Barbara Florio Graham
The
death of China's exiled former leader, Zhao Ziyang, brought back fascinating
memories for me. Ziyang visited Ottawa when Trudeau was Prime Minister,
and an elaborate Gala was presented at the National Arts Centre in his
honor.
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The
Single Greatest Reason for Failure
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A letter to writers...
By Anthony Lanza
Editor & Program Director of The Writers' Retreat
Editor's
note: Here's advice from a seasoned writer, editor and teacher.
I also personally recommend The
Writer's Retreat. It's worth it; and now, take note.
Dear Fellow Writers,
How does a dream differ from a goal? One wag puts it this way:
A goal is a dream with a deadline. Pretty simple. And for us writers,
world masters of procrastination, it’s an important consideration.
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One word, so little time
By Bobbie Smith
That's the motto at oneword.com.
It's a simple proposition, but can be a challenge to deliver.
This site posts a new word every single day. You have 60 seconds to
write whatever pops into your mind after seeing the word. You can then
read what others have written about the same word.
This
writing exercise is an amazingly powerful experience if you let yourself
go. The abilities of the writers are as wide-ranging as the choice of
words from one day to the next. Here are some recent examples: MOP,
SWEAT, RUG,
PAY, VIOLIN
and CLARITY.
The responses are madly different. Some are
literal definitions, others are wild flights of fantasy triggered by
often mundane words. More...
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To
Religion, Amen
By Peter Webb
Call me old-fashioned, but
when it comes to playing music at home, vinyl records still rule.
Recently, I had the chance to renew my love affair with the groovy black
discs after my CD player went on the fritz. For awhile I played CDs
on my computer, until I realized the music of Led Zeppelin, the Rolling
Stones, and Van Morrison simply is not meant to be squeezed through
a pair of candy-bar-sized speakers with little silver buttons.
I needed an alternative.
I
had a shelf full of vinyl records, which I’d culled from thrift
shops and garage sales during a nostalgic fit, sometime around the start
of my third decade on earth. Problem was, I couldn’t play them.
There they sat, just like my rack of CDs—inert. More...
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