Rosy Cole

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Rosy Cole was born and educated in the Shires of England. Her writing career started in her teens. Four apprentice works eventually led to publication of two novels. Life intervened, but she returned to authorship in 2004. She has worked as a Press Officer and Publisher's Reader. Among widespread interests, she lists history, opera, musicals, jazz, the arts, drawing and painting, gemmology, homoeopathy and alternative therapies. Theology also is an abiding interest. As a singer, she's performed alongside many renowned musicians and has run a music agency which specialised in themed 'words-and-music' programmes, bringing her two greatest passions together. Rosy's first book of poetry, THE TWAIN, Poems of Earth and Ether, was published in April 2012, National Poetry Month, and two other collections are in preparation. As well as the First and Second Books in the Berkeley Series, she has written several other historical titles and one of literary fiction. She is currently working on the Third Book in the Berkeley Series. All her books are now published under the New Eve imprint. Rosy lives in West Sussex with her son, Chris, and her Springador, Jack, who keeps a firm paw on the work-and-walkies schedule!

When Your Dreams Put On Work Clothes

   

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A year ago today we set sail, a varied collective of writers who find inspiration for living and writing in community...

It's been a great adventure so far...!  

 

 

 

The reason for evil in the world is that people are not able to tell their stories.
Carl Gustav Jung

 

Tell the readers a story! Because without a story, you are merely using words to prove you can string them together in logical sentences.
Anne McCaffrey

 

Writing gives you the illusion of control, and then you realize it's just an illusion, that people are going to bring their own stuff into it.
David Sedaris

 

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.
Robert Frost

 

Remember: when people tell you something's wrong or doesn't work, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what's wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong.
Neil Gaiman

 

A critic is a man who knows the way but can't drive the car.
Kenneth Tynan

 

Motivation is when your dreams put on work clothes.
Benjamin Franklin

 

I have written - often several times - every word I have ever published.
Vladimir Nabokov

 

The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense.
Tom Clancy

 

And, finally, some insights from the practitioners of three different arts who were born on this day, July 7th

 

I can read Middle English stories, Geoffrey Chaucer or Sir Thomas Malory, but once I start moving in the direction of contemporary fantasy, my mind begins to take over.
David Eddings

 

Work isn't to make money. You work to justify life.
Marc Chagall

 

It is strange how one feels drawn forward without knowing at first where one is going.
Gustav Mahler

 

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Here's to the next leg of the voyage...!

 

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Anonymous
I wish I could find the quotation so I could be sure to have it right. Also the author who might have been Anne Tyler but maybe no... Read More
Tuesday, 07 July 2015 07:35
Rosy Cole
I didn't know that quotation, but found the source thanks to Wiki and believe this to be reliable. It's Karen Blixen, the Out of A... Read More
Tuesday, 07 July 2015 10:56
Anonymous
Of course. Karen Blixen. The quotation as I read it was condensed and altered for space, i assume. It used to be right in front of... Read More
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Underneath The Archives

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As eerie as the Mary Celeste...

 

 

An open portal no longer beckons

We must enter by the back way

picking our way among dream debris

and broken fragments of the life we knew

Memories haunt as from a long-gone era

Can it be only yesterday...?

 

Voices echo in deserted rooms

the walls, womb-red, still hung with portraits

surreal art, visionary vistas

that once burned through the ether

charged with our inspiration

our hope and phosphorescent courage

 

That cyber palace and virtual empire

whose illumination beguiled us into focus

and fed us atmospheres of oxygen

now lies in ruins like ancient Rome

We are no longer tenants, but revenants

the air as dead as a sarcophagus

 

But there we learned community is all

True charity forms pillars, struts and purlins

lends iron, extends knowledge, quells heartache

joy and grief shared, our souls' cement 

the mirror's flash, a lantern kindled

along our corridor of days to other landscapes

 

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Written September 2014 and first published today, one year after the door closed.

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Stephen Evans
An elegant tribute.
Saturday, 04 July 2015 00:04
Rosy Cole
Thank you, kind sir.
Saturday, 04 July 2015 00:05
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I started this morning thinking of your comment that "...most poetry including mine isn't." Then I returned to Underneath The Arch... Read More
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Dreaming In Courtship

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Inspired by Virginia M Macasaet's post

 

'Marriage is...not a safe house.'  

It's not as uncommon as we'd wish that, as soon as the knot is tied, overnight and sometimes when the ink is barely dry on the certificate, a new husband is revealed in an altogether altered character than that presented beforehand. If the same thing happens the other way round, I'm not aware of it, and wonder whether such a dynamic could be quite as grotesque and threatening.

Women are lucky that education has freed them from dependency. The single life is now a viable option. Half a century ago, matrimony was regarded as a public more than a private obligation. It was held in honour for strengthening the fabric of society, fielding its social problems and building the future. When you'd made your bed, you had to lie on it, if only because of economic imperatives. The pressure to conform and also to produce children within a year or two, was immense. No doubt there was a deep anthropological purpose in this to do with the survival of the species, especially after two world wars. The married state was both more and less of a risk than it is now. Because it was a lifelong venture, it was deemed wise to invite heaven's blessing on the whole scenario proceeding from it.

What many couples in the past had a chance to find out, was that weathering the trials of life in company with one another actually strengthened the bond between them and brought them through to unforeseen regions of delight in solidarity. Instead of the 'yoke' chafing at every rut, it began to even the load. Real love is not the stuff of opera and romance, or wild and transient passion, but its compelling force provides a motif and a motivation to take on the world in quiet confidence and leave it a better place. It's not about gazing into one another's eyes, but about gazing out upon the world from a shared platform.

We live in different times. Where divorce was unheard of in those days, except among celebrities, it has become as commonplace as marriage itself. There is a consensus about short-circuiting unhappiness. It is senseless to prolong the agony. We have only one life. And there can be non-negotiable reasons why a marriage in law can be a travesty, or worse. Ghastly mistakes may be made. One half hanging in there against the behaviour of the other doesn't make a marriage. It makes one person's triumph of survival against the odds. Yet how much agony is manufactured by the lure of pastures new, the built-in get-out clauses and the underlying knowledge in the first place that it's okay to cut and run if things don't work out?  And by what criteria do we judge 'not working out'? How much nervousness sets in over comparative trifles when escape routes are easy? As Virginia makes clear, marriage finds out who we really are.

New codes of behaviour may have become acceptable, but there is such a thing as objective truth. Where we may change, it doesn't. The fallout may roll on endlessly down the generations. Consequences seldom take effect overnight. Marriage as a structure has evolved in the best interests of everyone, whether on the inside or outside of that institution.

Ideally - yes, ideals are a pathfinder - with perseverance and goodwill, we hope that attraction will blossom into a stable and loving kinship that allows spouses to go on discovering new 'rooms' in the houses of their own and each other's personalities, just because... 

There are hardships in both lifestyles, married and single, yet nothing so hellish, so desolating, as being trapped in an emotional warp. 

In the light of Rina's opening paragraph, I think it's still worth asking the searching question about a prospective partner: Are we likely to make each other twice the people we are, or reduce each of us to half? 

Bearing in mind that a marriage is a new entity, greater than the sum of its parts, the scope of this ratio is almost limitless.

It's still the luck of the draw and, for many, requires divine guidance in making the decision and in living out what comes after, whatever that be.

 

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Some memorable asides from the famous who've been there. Or not.

 

Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.
Franz Schubert

To keep your marriage brimming, With love in the loving cup, Whenever you're wrong, admit it; Whenever you're right, shut up.
Ogden Nash

Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him make her sorry to see him leave.
Martin Luther

Marriage is neither heaven nor hell, it is simply purgatory.
Abraham Lincoln

One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry.
Oscar Wilde

Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out.
Michel de Montaigne

They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
Alexander Pope

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.
Honore de Balzac

Men have a much better time of it than women. For one thing, they marry later; for another thing, they die earlier.
H. L. Mencken

The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds — they mature slowly.
Peter De Vries

There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for granted relationship.
Iris Murdoch

Matrimony is a process by which a grocer acquired an account the florist had.
Francis Rodman

That quiet mutual gaze of a trusting husband and wife is like the first moment of rest or refuge from a great weariness or a great danger.
George Eliot

It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.
Robert Frost

Books and marriage go ill together.
Molière

 

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Katherine Gregor
A thought-provoking, interesting piece, Rosy. I married relatively young and, coming from a family of divorcées, didn't really kn... Read More
Monday, 22 June 2015 18:08
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Yes, Katia, I do agree. Separate bank accounts are wisdom, but mainly because they affirm identity in the first place and equality... Read More
Tuesday, 23 June 2015 12:33
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All of these lines were interesting but you managed to get three of my favorites in: Ogden Nash (his was definitely worth saving)... Read More
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Pioneering Pup Uncovers Writers' Lair

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by Jack, your bony fido newshound.

Katia's animal post got El Springador a little too excited. The mention of seagulls was the trigger. Back in early 2008, he stumbled upon a great new site for scribes and soon became a Founder Member with his first blog post. He's persuaded me, as only he can, that this is the moment for a reprise. 

Wey-hey, folks! So where's the gig? In the Red Room, I guess. Let me check the boundaries for you. OK, the name's Jack. Twenty-five killergrams of lightning reaction and a bundle of laughs if you're not trespussing on my patch. You've heard of matadors, toreadors, troubadors and labradors - well, I'm a Springador (note capital 'S') as you can see from the pawtrait.

When God created Springadors, it was in the full flush of genius. The sun was shining. The birds were singing, cats were catatonic, cyclists had all got punctures and joggers were deadbeat. It was an absolutely dognificent day! There was no cause to go back to the drawing-board umpteen times over. He looked down from the great kennel in the sky and thought to himself that he hadn't been concentrating on the task in hand the day he devised homo sapiens. The species left a lot to be desired. Never mind that account in the Good Book about the sixth day, HS was definitely a Friday Afternoon Job when he was dog-tired after his fling with Jurassic Park.

For instance, if Adam hadn't been so bone-stupid, it would have occurred to him to kick up a dust and bury his spare rib in the garden, instead of which God was left to dream up a way of putting it to use. Result: double trouble! And if Eve had been a bit more fly with the apple, she'd have known how to spit out the pips and leave them in a neat row on the sofa instead of bequeathing perennial ruin to mankind and the endless wobblers and cobblers flesh is heir to.

No, God needed a guiding paw, a cautionary tail, a pair of quizzical ears and a bark up the right tree to keep humans on the other end of the lead and safely corralled by their own hearth where they belong. He needed Springies to reveal the true meaning of Unconditional Love. It's no walkies in clover, I can tell you. In fact, I sometimes wonder who, exactly, is prolonging WHOSE active life!

But this is overrunning the tail, as is my wont. I'm a pedigree crossbreed. Yes, I am! It was an inspired conjunction for the planet. In looks, I favour the pater who was a debonair Lab, black as the ace of spades, but in temperament, I take after the distaff. My dad came courting a big blonde on our farm. Only trouble was he took a shine to the wrong resident. Well, you couldn't blame him. My mum was drop dog gorgeous, a KC reg. Welsh Springer, ginger and white, and a very sparky girl.You can't run one of those on empty. It was a whirlwind romance. He proposed and disposed in record time. Then he beetled off, leaving her to bring up a clutch of puppies single-pawed.That's when my native litterary talent came into its own. I was top dog straight off! I whipped the stragglers into line at suppertime, licked their snuffles, sorted their squabbles and nipped any tantrums right in the short and curlies. Someone had to put paid to all that skeltering off my paw mum's flanks!

I was a precocious little tyke in those days, it's true. You're inclined to grow up fast when life foists on you the responsibilties of Head of Pack before you're on Adult Maintenance, let alone got your dogtorate from Barkly.

Anyhow, to cut to the chase, I left the land of the Red Dragon and was borne off to the South Downs of England to live with Herself, who's a writer, and Big Bruv who's an eco-freak as well as a techno-geek and who does a lot of vacuuming pet fur out of PCs. (How does it get behind picture-glass?) I soon settled in. The only problem was, some seagulls were nesting on the roof and set up a terrible din in the small hours. Had to resort to tugging a pillow through the dog-flap and shredding it to feathers to let them know what to expect if they didn't beat it. That put the wind up their tails, no kidding. They had to abandon the nursery. Showed them who was really ruling the roost!

Yikes! I must be off! It's ten past bickies and time for perambulations! Back soon!

Jack

The dog who keeps track of the plot.

Tailnote: I'm lovin' the new gig venue! Green is Good! Renewable Energy is Us!

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RIP #ElSpringador (July 10, 2004 - January 6, 2018)

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Jack's fine mind is evident in his demeanor. A deep understanding combined with an air of grave concern. But is he considering a ... Read More
Tuesday, 16 June 2015 12:54
Rosy Cole
Charlie, his mind is lightning quick. He assesses a situation faster than any human. He also understands abstract concepts well an... Read More
Tuesday, 16 June 2015 14:16
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I'm most impressed by his canine vocabulary. He and I could definitely enjoy a meeting of the minds. ("You and me, Jack. We get i... Read More
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Good luck with that! Looks interesting.
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Delighted you enjoyed the post, Kevin. I do have most of the Kahlil Gibran books. At least I've cou...
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