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He died alone

Hunter S. Thompson was born in Louisville, Kentucky on July 18, 1937. He committed suicide on February 20, 2005.
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.” -- Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

Hunter Thompson was a journalist and author, famous for his book Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. He is regarded as the creator of Gonzo journalism, a style of reporting where journalists involve themselves in the action to such a degree that they become the central figures of their stories. He is also known for his libertarian views, and his …

2015 Random Word Poetry Contest

Readers are invited to submit a poem that uses all the following words. These sixteen words have been randomly selected. This list poses a challenge because some of the words can have more than one meaning. The word masks,for example, can serve as a noun or as a verb.


The poem must be at least 12 lines in length and must not exceed 30 lines. Some of the words may be used in the title.

The contest is for all ages. Students are especially encouraged to submit poems. This is an opportunity to built your publications list. Submit your entries by midnight November 30 to Editor:

The top 3 poems will appear at One on OneWrite and Publish! (formerly Students, Publish Here!) the first week of December.

Former contests:
2011 Spring Random Word Poetry Contest
2011 Fall Random Word Poetry Contest
2010 Random Word Poetry Contest
2009 Random Word Poetry Contest
2008 Ra…

The Lament of the Guitar

In “The Guitar” GarcĂ­a Lorca evokes the experience in hearing the sound of the guitar as a wail (llanto). This is an allusion to the plaintive wailing heard in flamenco singing. The guitar’s lament is repetitious. Three times Lorca writes, “It is impossible to silence it.” The sound spirals, gaining force so that by dawn, the sound is sufficient to break the wine cups. The Flamenco guitarists and dancers that Lorca knew as friends often played, sang and danced until daybreak.

For what does the guitar wail? “It weeps for/ things far away,” for Andalusia and the “sand of the warm south/asking for white camellias.”

Lorca's plaintive tone suggests the guitar weeping for things lost and opportunities missed. “It weeps arrow without target/evening without morning.” 
Finally, the guitar wails and weeps out of grief for “The first dead bird/upon the branch...”

“Oh, guitar!/ Heart grievously wounded/ by five swords.” The body of a guitar has a heart shape which is wounded by the five fing…