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Writers-Workshop is a literature community group that enocurages writers to explore their writing through a workshop enviroment.

Our team facilitate each writing workshop for you, working behind the scenes to ensure the workshop runs smoothly.
Founded 9 Years ago
Oct 22, 2006


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Welcome to #Writers-Workshop. We're a literature group dedicated to helping our members grow through writing practice, critique and discussion. You can find out more about the group and how our workshops run on the About Us page.

Looking for the rules? You can find out what we expect of our members in the description on the About Us page. You're only likely to incur the wrath of our staff if you disregard the workshop structure (eg. by submitting deviations that aren't for workshops) or otherwise can't be bothered to make an effort. If you're confused about anything, feel free to note the group (or a staff member) and we'll be happy to help.

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You've put your blood, sweat, and tears (maybe literally this time -- papercuts anyone? scissor mishaps?) into your pieces for this month's found poetry workshop. Your pieces are in, and you're dying for feedback. It's time, y'all. It's time.

Below I'm posting the pieces that made it into the folder.  If you didn't quite make it by deadline, but can finish by tonight, put your piece in the folder and note me, I'll be sure to add it. BUT THAT'S ALL THE EXTENSION YOU GET. Got it? Good. Moving on.

I'm ordering these pieces by type.  Make sure that, as you critique each other -- and you'd better critique each other, that's the point of workshop! -- that the source text matters.  So if someone hasn't linked to the source text, be sure to ask them for it!  

AndyIKnowWhatThingsAre by PinkyMcCoversong

Here are some things to ask yourself as you read and give feedback:

  • Did the poet intervene on the text? Meaning, is this something new, or is it merely a summarized version of the original text?

  • Does the work fit in the category that it's been placed?

  • Can you hear the poet's voice in the new narrative?

  • Does the poem work on it's own? Grammatically and syntactically, is it solid, just like a non-found poem should be?

  • Is there a narrative here, or is it just a list? Does the poem SAY anything?

NOW! On to the works.

Here are the erasures that came in:

To a lark by YppleJax   You begin with air by YppleJax   Erasure: The Fall by AGMeade  Erasure: Tell Tale Heart by AGMeade
Found poetry 2: Goodbye kissLovestruck steps
in the middle of the pavement.
A parting embrace,
shouting farewell...
the end?
Imagine Paris
until you see each other again,
kissing straight,
reunited on the platform.
Silent messages,
No word or gesture
provides equality.
Open ambiguity
and friendly combat.
    A Little Bit of Mereading
taught me
who I am
role model
fitting in
feeling left out
a girl
guy friends
and very real
a Wallflower
a romance
self discovery
face things that scare
self discovery
    Found poetry 1Ignorance growing stronger
the heart hears signals of departure.
Ceaselessly servants,
our simple realm.
Each day to cower before beauty.
Pain is all that is left.
Tumblers of clover,
a vision,
promised words
all joy made alive.
Riddled partings,
divine singing.
Voices from another life!
    Dimly NightI spread forth in darkness
… I fade away.
Dimly night
I looked out from myself…
I go naked about
The bridge between.
The life-dwelling bosoms are flaccid,
The sleepless widow,
A body not evil enough.
Steady strength borne continually,
but with darkness yet.
I grow fainter
Wringing fingers;
Amid the weeping…

#99. To Solitude by dressagelover101    Jaden Smith Meta-Tweet by Tara-E-H   IT's poetry by Tara-E-H   chance encounters by DrippingWords
the office I hold by Memnalar   Found Poem #2 :-: 2-03-15 :-: Lee Child... by MagicalJoey   FoundPOEtry by moonkata84


Here are the cut-ups and remixes that came in:


Here are the centos that came in:

Cento: Lady Gaia's RobeGather ye rosebuds while ye may
the last-past frosts tributes of pleasure-bring.
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
embroidered all with leaves of myrtle,
More lovely and more temperate:
beauty born of murmuring sound
For lady you deserve this state;
Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
vaster than empires, and more slow.
You may for ever tarry.
   The Big Picture by Tara-E-H    Found poetry 3: Let your heart flyYours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
the unchanging earth,
if you can wait and not be tired of waiting.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
to build with words
an indestructible bridge
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
The sky, it is deserted 
for the moon falls to the sea.
Who knows where I'll be next;
I won't tattoo remembering with forgetting.
I am the darker brother
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
where ignorant armies clash by night.
My tactic is:
Let your heart dance,
Let your heart sing,
Let your heart fly to the wind!
remaining in your memories
where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
of silver born in you,
come dance for us here in the light!
So that between us
there is no curtain
nor abyss.
    Found Poetry #6 - Quote CentoDelta dawn
The lives of
Black moon spell
The world was once
Solace company
That doesn't exist anymore
Only the strong will survive
Move me
Practitioners of the imagination
Laboratory of dreams
Seen burning in my eyes
They know the truth
You're gonna miss me
And I know the truth
Lost some of its luster
You'd say you love me
Just as it is in yours
But I know through mine
You were looking in yours
Without your wound
and warmth to the heart
Look in my eyes
Where would your power be

A Dark Lover's RitualElizabeth was of a calmer and more concentrated disposition; but, with all my ardour, I was capable of a more intense application and was more deeply smitten with the thirst for knowledge.
Our circle will be small but bound close by the ties of affection and mutual misfortune.
I knew that I was preparing for myself a deadly torture, but I was the slave, not the master, of an impulse which I detested yet could not disobey.
The triumph of my enemy increased with the difficulty of my labours.
Elizabeth seemed happy; my tranquil demeanour contributed greatly to calm her mind.
I recollected my threat and resolved that it should be accomplished.
Shall I, in cool blood, set loose upon the earth a daemon whose delight is in death and wretchedness?
I love you very tenderly. Remember me with affection, should you never hear from me again.
Those were the last moments of my life during which I enjoyed the feeling of happiness.
She wept with me and for me.
    Found Poetry #5 - CentoAn isolate realm of garden, circled round
Gardens they have looked upon
Symphonic beauty that some god forgot
And so the space
The god of gardens must have made
And so now love
A whelming tide, upon the waiting soul
Visions shall come, incredible hopes from far
But I was mute with passionate prophecies
I am the Woman, ark of the law and its breaker
I am also the Mother of two that I bore
I comfort and feed the slayer, feed and comfort the slain
I am also the Spirit, the sisters laughed
Visions that witches brew
Opened the gates of dawn—
And thine the heart of wildness quick to beat
Some more elusive symphony
Of my still consciousness
Moon of poets dead and gone,
Enfolds the spirit in its silver haze;
Drifts through the air, and the sarcophagus
While universe drifted by after still universe
To hiding night or tuning "symphonies"
Lie dead within four walls
That wander on through space
    Talking to Oneselfit matters not how strait the gate,
the moment you're born
and he names the sky his own
and if it is a despot you would dethrone,
see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed
on the back of the wind
lies to last you a lifetime
beyond this place of wrath and tears
and if it is a fear you would dispel,
the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared
but one day, for example,
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
out of the night that covers me,
and when the shadow fades and is no more,
the light that lingers becomes a shadow to another light
and if it is a care you would cast off,
that care has been chosen by you rather than imposed upon you
your head bent as if half-cut from the nape,
in the fell clutch of circumstance
so he opens his throat to sing
    Found poetry 4: There are no answersThe conflict out there is fierce,
why can’t people accept me for who I am?
I’m a Muslim, is that a problem?
Is it because you like men?
Tradition of family,
respect and honour.
I can’t work without him,
an instant connection.
No one would see us.
Get away from that world,
breathe a new air!
Life should be lived!
I want to have passion,
this is my destiny!
In London we felt free,
we’ve finally made it!
We are all here,
gone slightly rogue.
I don’t have answers.
I can’t find peace of mind
not being able to do anything.
I have this life
pushing people out of the way.
One great sadness,
there are no answers.
Flashing blue lights,
red blanket on the floor.
Call me now,
I want to be happy,
love and acceptance.
Unconditional love.

Critique Time!

Now go at it, ye mighty poets and artists! Critique each other! I want to see some fabulous feedback, some discussions, some fantastic winningness! Get your crits in by Monday the 30th, when we'll wrap it up

xoPinkyMcCoversong :iconpinkymccoversong:

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We'd love to have a discussion about the current workshop in the comments of the workshop blog. (You can usually find that right above this text and it's always linked at the top of the page.) Comments about the group are very welcome in the space below. You can also note the group or a member of staff with your questions and concerns. We're looking forward to hearing from you!


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Bishi-bishi Featured By Owner 4 days ago
Hi! New member here and I'm at a total lost on what to do hahaha

I don't know where I should post my work and stuff, could somebody please help me xD

And oh, I read in the About Us is that you guys have some sort of theme for every month? What if I didn't write the theme thing but still want to post anyway? Is that allowed :>

Sorry for asking a bunch of questions xD I just want to contribute to this lovely group already hahaha
Wonderland-Rebel Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2015   General Artist
I posted on the DA fourm Writers Block thread and someone sugested I come here. Here is my post from the forum.

'My problem is that I haven't written for a long time due to illness. Any ideas on how I can 'warm up' and sharpen my skills to get back into the swing of things?

Automatic/free writing was a sugestion I've had from one person on DA but I feel like I might need a tiny prompt to sort of push me off the cliff so to speak.'

I feel as if I have, what I call, creative constipation. It's where all my creativity is there, it just won't come out. And it is driving me MAD. And not in a tea-riffic wonderlandiful way either. I could also do with working on my descriptive narrative as I'm not very good at that at all. I've been told my dialouge is good though so I guess at least that's something.... :)

Hope you can help. Mahalo for reading this and taking your time, ect.
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murasakiriyu Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Do you have a chat group where users can give feedback and discuss their experiences with the workshops?
I've never really used chat groups before on DArt, and I can imagine it must be a nightmare trying to co-ordinate timezones...
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