The creative approach to language, the expressive urge, the impact of a whim to let the unseen meaning come to be seen, come into the light: to write creatively, one must know how to think without the limiting slant of convention, and this means to recognize, to fashion, to come upon new forms and counterweights, new allowances, and to effect bold innovations in the way words and sounds and currents of meaning are matched and provided for…

To think about achieving new cosmologies, to think outside the geometry of the known (or presumed) universe, we must first come to the understanding that rule-based thinking is designed to leave us with thoughts that re-affirm the underlying preconceptions, the rules…

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Things are so ancient resembling silence
Universal truth helping the belonging
To be formed into oneness
Corners of all the dimensions come together
To form perfect dimension

Looking through the crystal light
Energies emerge shaping the force
Keeping it all in time
Keeping it all in balance

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Being shaped by my desires no more
Only dreams to guide me
Walking forward in the truth
One Voice and One Vision
Creating the destiny
Forming the desires made for me

Knowledge is replacing folly
Hidden truths no longer in the distance
Aware of all that is needed
Belonging that is not of this world
An embrace that cannot be replaced

Hearing loudly and clearly
Simple and poignant
With acute repetition
Foundations of new layers
Solidified

Climbing the steps of the ladder
Two at a time with
Excitement and joy
The profound becomes normal
On higher ground I cannot be affected

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Creative writing is part of the work of any writer. Finding the best way to put two words, then three, then four and ten, together, is the basic metabolic process of creating any text. And it requires a vision and an application of that vision.

Publishing models determine which texts are made available to a wide audience, and by what means. New media, like this social network, are providing new opportunities, but the crossover between print and digital media will provide bold new opportunities for making the best new ideas available to the people who can do the most with them.

Share your ideas on what you would like to see to make news media, research materials, conceptual innovations and basic statistical evidence, and/or writing that expresses new ways of thinking, available for your consumption.

• The Hot Spring Network’s Discussion on ‘New Publishing Models to Speed Ideas to Application’

justice is a caravan
of individuals
their dreams shifting
between confluence & conflict
languages chosen
or accidental
crossing a distance
immeasurable

If I am moved to give my mind and my energies to revealing the hidden details behind a story about a storyteller, beset by the political winds and deprived of her basic human intimacies, a reporter, a poet, a seer of deep patterns, it must be because we all have a fundamental human dignity that we wish would reach across the void to others, and if we are honest, we see when it is threatened.

I want to know what the shape and texture of the human voice, as a whole, really is, to know where beauties have been silenced, where serious thought is being diverted into pools of circular self-proclamation made by dictators and miscreants. I want to know how limited is my humanity by the limiting of someone else’s.

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El taller literario Pinzón Nueve, fundado hace 17 años por el gran poeta chileno Carlos Trujillo (chilote de Chiloé), hoy estrena el primer número de su nueva revista, Naufragios, en colaboración con el Departamento de Lenguas Modernas de Villanova University, en Pennsylvania, EE.UU.

El proyecto es traer al público la obra del taller y el trabajo del programa de maestría, y juntar a autores de calidad de múltiples países, algunos conocidos y algunos en el proceso de descubrirse, y formular una comunidad de escritores, académicos y gente interesada por la literatura y el arte en una celebración de ambas.

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Comprimida por años sin descanso,
fui a buscar tu cara, el tacto de tus ojos
ensoñados, tristes, abundantes.

Y no pude encontrarte.

Me volví religiosa, pensando que
algo de inaudito poder te escondía,
y aprendí que mi deseo era ese algo,
ese misticismo que no sabía nombrar.

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lúcidos verdes
porque una vez me dijiste
qué viene después
de la lluvia