The Trash System of Editing

I edit both on the computer and on a printed hard copy. Trash editing I found that I’m more enthusiastic about the process if I print the draft, work the draft over, then re-enter the edits back into the working manuscript.  After I finish each page, I carefully rip it out of the draft book and throw it away.  I can’t tell you how satisfying it is!

Editing is often difficult, so whatever system you need to employ – do it.

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Morning

Poem: art always lies

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I have Folded My Sweaters

Poem about tidying up

Who could resist?  I did all the tidying up I could and stood in the clean house waiting for my whole life to change.  It has not.  You read it here first.

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Living in the Light from Your Eyes

Poem by #Catharine Bramkamp Writer I found the beginning of this poem, all about living in the light of your eyes.  And I couldn’t help it, all I could think of was staring at my loved one for now 33 years would have been very tedious if I hadn’t had a couple of books to read.

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Novelists Get Even

Novelists get evenYou knew that, it’s the one thing that gets us through the night – the idea that the person we hate most may very well be known only by what we wrote about him or her.  That’s why so many evil men are cursed with tiny penises.  It only stands to reason.

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What does the future hold?

#CatharineBramkampWriter poemDo we live in the moment?  Probably not, we plan, organize and wish for better futures, not realizing that this is the future we dreamt of in our childhood, or as teens.  I have to remember that.  Especially when I’m on the fourth floor of the Muse d’Orsay.

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Everyone is Doing It

Poem: bridge locksAfter seeing so many 1,000s of locks on so many bridges, I wondered about the exclusively of it all. My favorite are the combination locks.  You know, just in case.

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Brilliant Liquid Universe

Poetry by #catharinebramkampWriter

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All Our Outfits

All our outfits should be parachute silk #poetry #writing

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Poem: Porcelain Women drink

#poem Porcelain WomenPorcelain women
drink coffee
discuss velvet

Life is
Broken cake
Taking just one bite
so much spills
to the floor

a waitress sweeps by
for the crumbs.

The painting is by Gerald Murphy – Wasp and Pear – 192929

 What struck me was it was a gift to the Modern Art Museum from Archibald MacLeish, who wrote poetry as a cockroach who hit typewriter keys with his head.  The poems aren’t popular now.  And Murphy himself only painted 14 works.

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