After a decade and a half of performing out in the wilderness, I finally dragged myself off the rocky mesa stage. I had distanced myself from the urban delights of big city life to perform at suburbia’s theatre in the round. All in service of another’s dreams; only to find those dreams were not their dreams either. That was quite the emotional cul-de-sac indeed. Acting within the proscenium provided by the urban streets brought focus to the dysfunctional script being followed, so together we took our final bow. Flipping the script. Freeing us up to chase down another booking.
Hello everyone! The prompt for today, 17th August 2024, is “cul-de-sac”. Write a post including the prompt and share with us via pingback or leave the link in comments section. Happy Saturday! Punam
Much of the past I think I remember has been told and retold and written and filmed and televised and reworked to put forth an agenda. Mistranslations, both malicious and innocent errors, misrepresentations due to the transience of human perception, and the ability to represent it using common though imperfect languages , leading to more mistranslations and misunderstandings;usually put forth by people that are certain they know better than anyone else. The past I do remember while I was paying attention was also delivered by institutions with an agenda, but I have personally witnessed a thing or two leaving me to make up my mind with the understanding that I know what I know until I know something different.
Do I remember the future?
Well that hasn’t happened yet. Or has it? What I do remember is futuristic prognostications of things to come. What might be, what could be, and what should be. Some have actually come to pass, or at least reasonable facsimiles of them. I am fortunate to have lived long enough to witness things that seemed quite futuristic and wondrous in their time quickly passed into obscure obsolescence only to become humorous internet memes. But still most of those futuristic things were indeed stepping stones to the marvels of our present day. Yet many of those futuristic ambitions have been left on the ever growing trash heap of history.
As for now, I think Charles Dickens wrote it best
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
I wonder how that translates into other languages. Perhaps, everything is okay until it isn’t.
In the meantime, remember
Green-stone, Go. Red-stone Stop. Yellow-stone. Slow. Every body must get stoned
The word for today is Futuristic! Flying cars? Androids that look and (good god no) act like humans? Travel to distant worlds? Or here on Earth, maybe, peace and ecosystems in balance? Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag your post “RDP” and “Ragtag Daily Prompt”. Finally, don’t forget to […]
Volcanic activity has cracked the crust many times. From the heat of the moment all the way to the heat of infinity. Things warm. Things cool. Giving the energy to other things less energetic. Some things crack. Some things varnish. Some things vanish. All while wearing the cosmic crust of perception. Vulcanizing existence. It’s all in how you crack your fingers. What goes on in the under crust, only Vulcan knows for sure.
Desert varmints will skitter over sunburned rocks. Vanish in varnish
The prompt for today is Cracked How many ways you can find to interpret the prompt? Will our photographers find something that shattered our minds? Our writers won’t crack up thinking too hard I hope.. Your fabulous post can be anything – poetry, prose, a drawing, a photograph, wherever the word Cracked sends you. You […]
Pile up a cairn. Knock over a cairn. Build a cairn... Human history.
Our prompt for today is “blank”. What does the word mean to you? Compose a post, and share your interpretation of the day’s prompt in words or pictures. You know the rules. Use “ragtag daily prompt” , “RDP” , and “blank” as tags. Add “photo” if you’re sharing a picture, as specific tags make your […]
Rays beating down on life here for billions of years. Now that's a sunburn.
The word for today is Goal! Is this a thing for soccer? Or is this a thing for life? What’s your take on goals? Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag your post “RDP” and “Ragtag Daily Prompt”. Finally, don’t forget to read all the other wonderful posts. Need help […]
Kindling of A.I. origin Falsehoods flame the main Fan with boughs of balderdash Smoke blinds a cache of cash Murky waters mottle and schmooze Senseless seekers still abuse No amount of abluent cleanse Will wash the historical lens Cause where there is confusion Money will be made in profusion
trickle to drizzle downpour to monsoon gushed down twixt lush fertile swale
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talk to text keeps us talking not typing staving off wind deficit .
When everything brings joy Nothing does When nothing brings joy Everything does
I’m beginning to realize I enjoy contradictions. How realize and realise are the same word, just different spellings. Oh, what a slap in the face to the spell correctors of the world. Oh, what joy I found in how many times I had to correct the spell correct to get it to realise that I typed what I typed because I meant what I typed.
Very happy Sunday and the Ragtag Daily Prompt is realize. Sol Duc came to a realization this morning. She realized that the buildings around us are houses and that different people and pets live in each one. Why do I think that? She went up the walkway to our neighbor’s house and sniffed all around. […]
got off financial treadmill first in order to evict wasteful chaff
Butterflies Aren't free Oleo sinks Margarine stinks Sorrow floats Hope bloats Bees sting Birds sing Money talks B.S. walks into a bank, lies about assets, gets a loan, then uses other people's money to live life in a golden cocoon only to emerge A pro To con again Still butterflies Aren't free
Hello everyone! The prompt for today is, “Butterflies”.
Something I heard in Grammar School still sticks in my brain. "That'll learn ya."
This is how my inner streaming stick rolls
Hardly Socratic Often idiosyncratic Sometimes bureaucratic Can be dramatic To overblown panic Then in full tilt manic Confused as Satanic With a hint of tannic Just erie Shamanic No need to get frantic
This is what comes streaming out
Busboy asks patron, "How long have the Olympic Games been going on." I reply uninvited Two thousand five hundred years
A few chuckles from the room. Then busboy says ,"I'm sorry ma'am, what were you saying?" My dates may be off ,but I crack myself up.
This is why you can’t take me anywhere
The word for today is Dialogue. We need to talk. (haha) Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag your post “RDP” and “Ragtag Daily Prompt”. Finally, don’t forget to read all the other wonderful posts. Need help with the pingback? You can find the instructions on the Ragtag Community About page.
I must attribute my lacklustre life research results to having things bassackward for most of my days. Apparently I was focused on the generalities while ignoring the particulars, when I should….
lose focus on things general to delve into the particular
Hello Everyone, I hope you are all well and ready for another Ragtag Daily Prompt. Here is your word for Thursday, 8 August 2024 — LACKLUSTRE. Create a post (words/images/both) inspired by this word! Just a reminder, anyone can join in. Link to this post by creating a pingback, or paste the URL of your post […]
A Scroll Threw Life 