Post by Maya on Feb 4, 2009 2:31:49 GMT -5
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Mitch wrote:
[glow=red,2,300]A great writer once wrote the passage:
If it’s true time waits on no one, it’s also true that destiny has patience. Destiny can wait on the most erratic schedule, can thrive on the most unplanned instances. Perhaps it thrives best on those whose lives are never quite planned, whose directions are never clear. Destiny lends a hand and sends them spinning through events that are never of their own choosing. Destiny molds the pliant. Destiny takes the last stragglers and places them in its own timely circumstances.
Before I met Karlsie F I wasn’t sure what my destiny was. All I knew about her was what I heard others say at Writers.net, the hellish writing wilderness where pedants, pussies and plagiarists roamed. We all knew the same thing about Karlsie—she was from Alaska, she had an odd sense of humor and she was a writer. When I first met began reading her posts, I thought she was a damned good writer. How wrong I was…the more I started to converse with Karlsie and pick her mind, the more I realized she was something beyond a damned good writer. She was a clairvoyant, a prophetess and nothing short of a creative phenomenon.
She has the uncanny ability to switch writing personalities and voices at will, as she demonstrated at my website Trompe Le Oeil. She astounded us by embodying the spirit of many deceased writers, male and female, each one more brooding and more transcendent than the last. She made us cry with her best ee cummings impersonation, made us laugh with her dead on portrayal of Sholom Aleichem, and astounded us with Herman Hesse. She is the one writer I can think of who could make great talents like Savannah Thorne, Richard Fulgham and yours truly quiver with anticipation and nerves. When you danced with Karlsie, she always kept you on your feet and challenged you to be more than what you were. Hell, some of us were already great in our own minds! The fact that Karlsie inspired us all the more so, to reach higher plains of understanding, and deeper profundities of irony, says a lot about the beauty of this muse.
Karlsie is the greatest living writer walking among us today. She is a triumph to Alaska, and reflects, at once, both the pinnacle of classical writing and the promise of futuristic experimentation. To have Karlsie criticize your latest piece is an honor; to earn her approval or rarely her awe, is a blessing from above. And of course, to be called boring by Her Majesty is a malediction and a curse that will doom a writer to mediocrity for the rest of his days.
I have never celebrated birthdays, as I don’t comprehend them, and comprehend even less the birthday of someone as eternal as Karlsie, my long-time friend. To me, she has no end. Perhaps she has no beginning, in that I can’t remember the time I first truly met her. I was always looking for transcendence, for inspiration and for a higher calling. Who knew all of that would be personified in just one person? I always spoke to her even in my youth; that indescribable but overpowering spirit force I knew was looming over me.
Before I met Karlsie I wasn’t sure who I was or where I was going. Then she showed me the path, as clear as a snowshoe stomped trail in the Alaskan snow, the answer to everything is great writing. My destiny was to meet Karla Fetrow and become a writer, just like her. Karla inspires creativity and spawns profound thoughts wherever she journeys. God bless you Karla for being a true inspiration for so many cynical people! Karlsie inspires all of us cynics at Subversify, including yours truly, The Late Mitchell Warren, Stacy, Maya and Grainne. [/glow]
Grainne wrote:
Infinitely wise and patient I picture you like an owl. Far and true seeing, it is no great surprise to me that you are also an Aquarian. It is just that balance of kindness and integrity liberally splashed with humor, which made me want to visit you again and again. Reading your writing and sinking into your verse is like a restorative infusion. Karla I am so very grateful for you. Happy Birthday. ~Grainne
Maya wrote:
An Alaskan photographer invited me to his blog one day in May of 2008. He never spoke much, if at all, but I remember a comment that was posted by a visitor on his page. She wrote “I always welcome friends that have a love affair with Alaska.” Now that might not be much of a statement to some, but it most definitely triggered my voracious mind. I clicked on her link which took me to a world that I had no clue awaited me. Through Karla’s writes, I have traveled to Alaska. But not only was I taken on a tour, I embarked upon an opportunity; a chance per say, to engage and participate in activities that involved such a remarkable influence, a woman named Karla..
Thank you for taking the time to guide me into becoming a better writer. Thank you for being an ear as well. I have learned much from you and appreciate your input. It is an honor to have you as a friend. I am much obliged.
Karla is a selfless human being, whose compassionate nature and observant insight far exceed any charitable notion. She is an exquisite writer; advisable mentor, and reliable friend. We are lucky to have you in our lives. Happy Birthday Karla, may all of your dreams come true. Thank you for being the person that you are. We love you. Maya, Grainne, Mitch and Stacy.
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Mitch wrote:
[glow=red,2,300]A great writer once wrote the passage:
If it’s true time waits on no one, it’s also true that destiny has patience. Destiny can wait on the most erratic schedule, can thrive on the most unplanned instances. Perhaps it thrives best on those whose lives are never quite planned, whose directions are never clear. Destiny lends a hand and sends them spinning through events that are never of their own choosing. Destiny molds the pliant. Destiny takes the last stragglers and places them in its own timely circumstances.
Before I met Karlsie F I wasn’t sure what my destiny was. All I knew about her was what I heard others say at Writers.net, the hellish writing wilderness where pedants, pussies and plagiarists roamed. We all knew the same thing about Karlsie—she was from Alaska, she had an odd sense of humor and she was a writer. When I first met began reading her posts, I thought she was a damned good writer. How wrong I was…the more I started to converse with Karlsie and pick her mind, the more I realized she was something beyond a damned good writer. She was a clairvoyant, a prophetess and nothing short of a creative phenomenon.
She has the uncanny ability to switch writing personalities and voices at will, as she demonstrated at my website Trompe Le Oeil. She astounded us by embodying the spirit of many deceased writers, male and female, each one more brooding and more transcendent than the last. She made us cry with her best ee cummings impersonation, made us laugh with her dead on portrayal of Sholom Aleichem, and astounded us with Herman Hesse. She is the one writer I can think of who could make great talents like Savannah Thorne, Richard Fulgham and yours truly quiver with anticipation and nerves. When you danced with Karlsie, she always kept you on your feet and challenged you to be more than what you were. Hell, some of us were already great in our own minds! The fact that Karlsie inspired us all the more so, to reach higher plains of understanding, and deeper profundities of irony, says a lot about the beauty of this muse.
Karlsie is the greatest living writer walking among us today. She is a triumph to Alaska, and reflects, at once, both the pinnacle of classical writing and the promise of futuristic experimentation. To have Karlsie criticize your latest piece is an honor; to earn her approval or rarely her awe, is a blessing from above. And of course, to be called boring by Her Majesty is a malediction and a curse that will doom a writer to mediocrity for the rest of his days.
I have never celebrated birthdays, as I don’t comprehend them, and comprehend even less the birthday of someone as eternal as Karlsie, my long-time friend. To me, she has no end. Perhaps she has no beginning, in that I can’t remember the time I first truly met her. I was always looking for transcendence, for inspiration and for a higher calling. Who knew all of that would be personified in just one person? I always spoke to her even in my youth; that indescribable but overpowering spirit force I knew was looming over me.
Before I met Karlsie I wasn’t sure who I was or where I was going. Then she showed me the path, as clear as a snowshoe stomped trail in the Alaskan snow, the answer to everything is great writing. My destiny was to meet Karla Fetrow and become a writer, just like her. Karla inspires creativity and spawns profound thoughts wherever she journeys. God bless you Karla for being a true inspiration for so many cynical people! Karlsie inspires all of us cynics at Subversify, including yours truly, The Late Mitchell Warren, Stacy, Maya and Grainne. [/glow]
Grainne wrote:
Infinitely wise and patient I picture you like an owl. Far and true seeing, it is no great surprise to me that you are also an Aquarian. It is just that balance of kindness and integrity liberally splashed with humor, which made me want to visit you again and again. Reading your writing and sinking into your verse is like a restorative infusion. Karla I am so very grateful for you. Happy Birthday. ~Grainne
Maya wrote:
An Alaskan photographer invited me to his blog one day in May of 2008. He never spoke much, if at all, but I remember a comment that was posted by a visitor on his page. She wrote “I always welcome friends that have a love affair with Alaska.” Now that might not be much of a statement to some, but it most definitely triggered my voracious mind. I clicked on her link which took me to a world that I had no clue awaited me. Through Karla’s writes, I have traveled to Alaska. But not only was I taken on a tour, I embarked upon an opportunity; a chance per say, to engage and participate in activities that involved such a remarkable influence, a woman named Karla..
Thank you for taking the time to guide me into becoming a better writer. Thank you for being an ear as well. I have learned much from you and appreciate your input. It is an honor to have you as a friend. I am much obliged.
Karla is a selfless human being, whose compassionate nature and observant insight far exceed any charitable notion. She is an exquisite writer; advisable mentor, and reliable friend. We are lucky to have you in our lives. Happy Birthday Karla, may all of your dreams come true. Thank you for being the person that you are. We love you. Maya, Grainne, Mitch and Stacy.
