Hello and welcome to all members, new and old!

Group Mews:

None this week!

Here's a breakdancing cat:
 

DeviantArt Mews:

HaikuWriMo at Multhaiku

Multhaiku's HaikuWriMo ActivitiesWelcome, welcome, one and all to Multhaiku's Haiku Writing Month activities! We're super excited to be sharing this awesomeness with you.
Here's what's happening:
1. King of the Haiku: Keep an eye on our polls! We are going to be instituting a new group feature that works something like King of the Hill. People will vote between two haiku daily, and the poem with the most votes at the end of the day will continue on to face a new challenger. The goal is to get the longest streak.
The haiku for the challenge will be handpicked by the group admins, and we'll keep a journal with the history of the longest streaks, their authors, and which poems do the best.
2. Mondo Grove Monday: This is also a new journal feature that will be replacing Multhaiku Weekly for February only. The gist of it is that haijinik will post a founding haiku or senryu in the form of a question (or call), and anyone who wishes to participate can respond with a poetic answer (or response) to the orig  mondo monday #1: meta-mondohere we are guys, the beginning of the first full week of haikuwrimo. so to kick it off, and keep that eastern-formed ball rolling, it is i, haijinik, here with a bit of collaborative hai-jinx (see what i did there?  ).
a mondo is, simply, a tanka in which the founding haiku/senryu is written by one poet in the form of a question (or sometimes, for our needs, a call) and the concluding couplet is written by another poet in the form of an answer (or response).
         here is how this is gonna work:
-each monday of this month new a founding haiku/senryu will be provided.
-you guys out there in dA land take foundation and reply to it. you can simply cast off your two line reply in the comments below -or- feel free to POST the question/call and answer/response as a deviation and count it as part of your haikuwrimo tally. (if you take this option, please credit the author of the foundation you are using in the artist's comments of you deviation and

Weekly Prompts from haijinik 

Our admin haijinik is posting weekly prompts! You can view the latest one here:

fortean prompt 7i will offer a prompt per week for the calendar year 2017. and to make it more interesting they will be fortean influenced. that's right! 52 freaky-shit prompts this year! 
a few general pointers:
there will be one prompt a week, issued usually monday or tuesday.each prompt will be sourced from the fortean areas of research, and as such there will be definitions and possibly other links for quick research before creating your art.the prompt need not be used directly in th art work, but it should at least be included in the artist comments.please include a link to the journal containing the prompt you are responding to and make clear it is for submission to the prompt event in the artist comments.all forms of art are welcome for submission. just note me a link or leave it in the journal comments.each of the submissions will be placed in the fortean prompts folder' in my 

Members: If you hear about anything awesome going on around DA (from contests to collaborations to opportunities), we would love to promote it! Feel free to note me or comment here and I'll include it in the next weekly journal.

Cool Cat of the Week:

myriadwhitedarkness

Congrats to myriadwhitedarkness for being our submitter of the week!  They submitted their piece "Jack's Back" on the 10th and were chosen via random.org to be featured in this journal. Check out some of their awesome work here, and be sure to submit to our galleries for your chance to be featured next week!

Moths of AntiquityBy the steamboat docks...the petticoats run high and dry...
...they rustle under tempered taffeta, to the tune of maudlin giggles and rouge stuck to plaque.
And the parasols bob in ivory gloves...tugged over milky hands that flutter...egotistical rhopalocera.
Waists like the spine of a glass mandolin...caught in calcium confines...a hangman with a noose made of gold.
Ringlets of protein hang from skulls that surely never see the light of day...dipped in vascularized adipose to retain a stangenkorkenzieher form.
Hliehhan like the crooning of columbidae, feather in the throat...the chuckle of a brook...bouncing up from cobblestone streets to dusky chimneys…
Vertebrae rotate wheres’t they pace, like the gaze of an owl...tracking skitters of gilded mice.
Swans...the lot of them...beating ivory wings on tepid waves; with cries like the nightingale forced through a sieve.
Smog closes as a veil…’fore and ‘aft...stem to stern and the dark waters churn a mor  IrrealityAll the beautiful things in our eyes are but recumbent dreams.
We are desperate for clarity; yet we chase fantasies into nowhere
So much talk...over 'enlightenment' and 'self-discovery...'
When in truth verity leaves us desperate and naked...reaching for the bottle yet again.
We can't stop drowning ourselves in the torrid absinthe of the mundane...
...Insisting that our way of life needs but to improve, to distill.
But in secret we consume illusion 'till we reel; drunk; disillusioned.
Today and tomorrow, we push for progress...for definition.
Scratching at souls till we insist they are clean.
But we are no happier for it.
What we do in shadows defines our true nature...and I think we all hate ourselves a little bit...
Because what can we do but embrace fantasy as our ideal existence....?
...And drown.  Fallen AngelMy darling…
You paint me with white wings,
With feathers, and halos and scriptures and things.
But virtue is something I utterly  lack
My sweet, my wings are assuredly black.
You say that my lips Herald visions of yore
With music and beauty spilling in through the door.
My mouth is a cesspool of synchronous lies
This touch is where kindness and verity dies.
In the fires of my passion, you declare yourself weak
If my hands had a voice; surely angels would speak!
I’ll string you up gutted and leave you to rot
Of beauty and harmony; I surely am not.
You insist I'm the essence of finesse and grace
With the moon and the stars in the depths of my face.
I’m crippled and ruined and tortured within;
The living embodiment of fasicious sin.
You croon when I flatter with masterful guile
My simplest gestures can bring you to smile.
But my actions are terribly, horribly blank
Behind all my coddling; I’m dusty and dank.
Your brightness and wholeness is something quite rar

Weekly Prompt:

forever _____

Fill in the blank, write, and submit your responses to this prompt to this gallery so I can feature them in next week's journal! Last week's prompt was "lovers' eyes" and here are the responses:

Young Spirit, Old Soul    Sounds of frolicking suddenly erupted. To hear this, a young woman, sitting on a desk, looked out through the windows of her office in curiosity. In this hours, when the skylight started to turn orange, she wouldn’t expect the kids to still frolicking in the kindergarten yard. Usually, most of them would have gone home. Except maybe one or two of them, whose parent were late to come and pick them up…
    Looking out through the window, the teacher found one kid and one middle aged man who were playing together in the yard. The man was giving the boy a piggy-back ride, imitating a kind of beast from the way he walked — perhaps he was pretending to be a dinosaur or Godzilla, so the teacher thought.
    For a while, the young teacher just watched them playing. She knew the boy that was carried on the man’s back. He was one of her students. But the man — she didn’t believe that she had ever met him. She wo <da:thumb id="662273160"/> 

Mature Content

 
That's all from me for this week!

 

Kerry