Write a piece under 1000 words to tell the story of those lyrics.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Simple Writing Prompt #1
Readers and Writers,
As promised, we would like to begin posting creative writing prompts to help you explore your own creativity.
So, here... we... go...
Image a favorite childhood memory. Write about it from the point of view of another (another person, an animal, an object, ect).
We hope this will be able to kick start your winter writing. We'd be overjoyed if you'd post or submit your writing. :)
Happy Thanksgiving!
-- Alexis, Assistant Poetry Editor
As promised, we would like to begin posting creative writing prompts to help you explore your own creativity.
So, here... we... go...
Image a favorite childhood memory. Write about it from the point of view of another (another person, an animal, an object, ect).
We hope this will be able to kick start your winter writing. We'd be overjoyed if you'd post or submit your writing. :)
Happy Thanksgiving!
-- Alexis, Assistant Poetry Editor
Friday, November 22, 2013
November's Issue
The Nexus staff is hard at work getting everything ready for the November issue launch. We just finished the suggested layout for the print edition (due out in Wednesday's issue of the Guardian), Zach is currently looking over it and is in the middle of the final stages of the editing process. Once that's completed he'll send it off to The Guardian, then final emails will be sent out to the writers and artists. Finally once all of that is completed, we will conquer the website. We hope to have that completed and live tonight. We will keep you all updated on our progress as the day goes on. We also hope to have a jpeg of the layout up here sometime really soon. Most likely next week at some point.
Have a wonderful day and remember to always be creative.
Zach -Lead Editor/Poetry Editor
Have a wonderful day and remember to always be creative.
Zach -Lead Editor/Poetry Editor
Friday, November 15, 2013
Selected Ekphrastic Poetry
Here is a few Ekphrastic poems to go with our Creative Prompt Challenge for November. These are some of my favorites that I've come across in my research and in my own personal writing.
Musee des Beaux Arts
by W. H Auden
Today as the news from Selma and Saigonpoisons the air like fallout,I come again to seethe serene, great picture that I love.
Here space and time exist in lightthe eye like the eye of faith believes.The seen, the knowndissolve in iridescence, becomeillusive flesh of lightthat was not, was, forever is.
O light beheld as through refracting tears.Here is the aura of that worldeach of us has lost.Here is the shadow of its joy.
Leda and the Swan
by William Butler Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
Edward Hopper and the House by the Railroad
by Edward Hirsch
Out here in the exact middle of the day,
This strange, gawky house has the expression
Of someone being stared at, someone holding
His breath underwater, hushed and expectant;
This house is ashamed of itself, ashamed
Of its fantastic mansard rooftop
And its pseudo-Gothic porch, ashamed
of its shoulders and large, awkward hands.
But the man behind the easel is relentless.
He is as brutal as sunlight, and believes
The house must have done something horrible
To the people who once lived here
Because now it is so desperately empty,
It must have done something to the sky
Because the sky, too, is utterly vacant
And devoid of meaning. There are no
Trees or shrubs anywhere--the house
Must have done something against the earth.
All that is present is a single pair of tracks
Straightening into the distance. No trains pass.
Now the stranger returns to this place daily
Until the house begins to suspect
That the man, too, is desolate, desolate
And even ashamed. Soon the house starts
To stare frankly at the man. And somehow
The empty white canvas slowly takes on
The expression of someone who is unnerved,
Someone holding his breath underwater.
And then one day the man simply disappears.
He is a last afternoon shadow moving
Across the tracks, making its way
Through the vast, darkening fields.
This man will paint other abandoned mansions,
And faded cafeteria windows, and poorly lettered
Storefronts on the edges of small towns.
Always they will have this same expression,
The utterly naked look of someone
Being stared at, someone American and gawky.
Someone who is about to be left alone
Again, and can no longer stand it.
The Dance
by William Carlos Williams
In Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess,
the dancers go round, they go round and
around, the squeal and the blare and the
tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles
tipping their bellies (round as the thick-
sided glasses whose wash they impound)
their hips and their bellies off balance
to turn them. Kicking and rolling
about the Fair Grounds, swinging their butts, those
shanks must be sound to bear up under such
rollicking measures, prance as they dance
in Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess.
Musee des Beaux Arts
by W. H Auden
About suffering they were never wrong,
The old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position: how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
The old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position: how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
Monet's Waterlilies
by Robert Hayden Today as the news from Selma and Saigonpoisons the air like fallout,I come again to seethe serene, great picture that I love.
Here space and time exist in lightthe eye like the eye of faith believes.The seen, the knowndissolve in iridescence, becomeillusive flesh of lightthat was not, was, forever is.
O light beheld as through refracting tears.Here is the aura of that worldeach of us has lost.Here is the shadow of its joy.
Leda and the Swan
by William Butler Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
Edward Hopper and the House by the Railroad
by Edward Hirsch
Out here in the exact middle of the day,
This strange, gawky house has the expression
Of someone being stared at, someone holding
His breath underwater, hushed and expectant;
This house is ashamed of itself, ashamed
Of its fantastic mansard rooftop
And its pseudo-Gothic porch, ashamed
of its shoulders and large, awkward hands.
But the man behind the easel is relentless.
He is as brutal as sunlight, and believes
The house must have done something horrible
To the people who once lived here
Because now it is so desperately empty,
It must have done something to the sky
Because the sky, too, is utterly vacant
And devoid of meaning. There are no
Trees or shrubs anywhere--the house
Must have done something against the earth.
All that is present is a single pair of tracks
Straightening into the distance. No trains pass.
Now the stranger returns to this place daily
Until the house begins to suspect
That the man, too, is desolate, desolate
And even ashamed. Soon the house starts
To stare frankly at the man. And somehow
The empty white canvas slowly takes on
The expression of someone who is unnerved,
Someone holding his breath underwater.
And then one day the man simply disappears.
He is a last afternoon shadow moving
Across the tracks, making its way
Through the vast, darkening fields.
This man will paint other abandoned mansions,
And faded cafeteria windows, and poorly lettered
Storefronts on the edges of small towns.
Always they will have this same expression,
The utterly naked look of someone
Being stared at, someone American and gawky.
Someone who is about to be left alone
Again, and can no longer stand it.
The Dance
by William Carlos Williams
In Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess,
the dancers go round, they go round and
around, the squeal and the blare and the
tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles
tipping their bellies (round as the thick-
sided glasses whose wash they impound)
their hips and their bellies off balance
to turn them. Kicking and rolling
about the Fair Grounds, swinging their butts, those
shanks must be sound to bear up under such
rollicking measures, prance as they dance
in Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess.
Nexus Creative Prompt Challenge
Announcing the Nexus “Creative Prompt Challenge”
Nexus is proud to present their newest on-going monthly contest, “The Nexus Creative Prompt Challenge”. At the beginning of every month, Nexus will post their creative prompt of the month where Wright State alumni, students and faculty are challenged to utilize the prompt in your fiction, poetry and visual art. We welcome you to submit your work in response to the prompt for a chance to be published on our webpage in our new “Prompt Challenge” segment. All submissions will also be considered for that month’s online issue. One work, which the editing staff considers the best in terms of encompassing the prompt but also composition, style and creativity will be featured in a special section of the following month’s print issue as well as on our website.
Announcing the first topic in the Nexus “Creative Prompt Challenge” brought to you by our Lead Editor/Poetry Editor Zach Moore
November’s Prompt “Fusion of the Arts”-For this month’s prompt, the focus is turned to the fusion of other arts within a given medium. Poetry and fiction inspired by visual arts, visual art inspired other works of art, or music inspired by the visual arts. The challenge is to draw inspiration from a specific work of visual art and display it within your work in one-way or another. We will accept any theme, perspective or style for this challenge as long as the topic or inspiration is derived from the visual art medium.
Examples of visual art medium include
-Painting -Sketches -Photography -Sculpture -Architecture
-Metal Work -Collage -Textiles -Computer Graphics
Submissions will be accepted starting 12:01 on the first of the month and will run through the last day of the month at 11:59 p.m. All general guidelines still apply; submit all entries to our email at Nexusliteraryjournal@gmail.com with your subject line as “Creative Prompt Challenge”
If you have any questions regarding the Creative Prompt Challenge or Nexus in general contact us by email
Nexus is proud to present their newest on-going monthly contest, “The Nexus Creative Prompt Challenge”. At the beginning of every month, Nexus will post their creative prompt of the month where Wright State alumni, students and faculty are challenged to utilize the prompt in your fiction, poetry and visual art. We welcome you to submit your work in response to the prompt for a chance to be published on our webpage in our new “Prompt Challenge” segment. All submissions will also be considered for that month’s online issue. One work, which the editing staff considers the best in terms of encompassing the prompt but also composition, style and creativity will be featured in a special section of the following month’s print issue as well as on our website.
Announcing the first topic in the Nexus “Creative Prompt Challenge” brought to you by our Lead Editor/Poetry Editor Zach Moore
November’s Prompt “Fusion of the Arts”-For this month’s prompt, the focus is turned to the fusion of other arts within a given medium. Poetry and fiction inspired by visual arts, visual art inspired other works of art, or music inspired by the visual arts. The challenge is to draw inspiration from a specific work of visual art and display it within your work in one-way or another. We will accept any theme, perspective or style for this challenge as long as the topic or inspiration is derived from the visual art medium.
Examples of visual art medium include
-Painting -Sketches -Photography -Sculpture -Architecture
-Metal Work -Collage -Textiles -Computer Graphics
Submissions will be accepted starting 12:01 on the first of the month and will run through the last day of the month at 11:59 p.m. All general guidelines still apply; submit all entries to our email at Nexusliteraryjournal@gmail.com with your subject line as “Creative Prompt Challenge”
If you have any questions regarding the Creative Prompt Challenge or Nexus in general contact us by email
Monday, October 14, 2013
Welcome!
Welcome to Nexus Literary Journal's new blog! We hope this will spark the opportunity to better engage with writers and artists. Most of our website information is listed on our page, along with submission guidelines and links to our previously published works!
Thanks for checking out our blog! Please check back soon for writing prompts and lots of goodies!
--Alexis Alexander, Assistant Poetry Editor.
Thanks for checking out our blog! Please check back soon for writing prompts and lots of goodies!
--Alexis Alexander, Assistant Poetry Editor.
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