Writing Poetry Under Overheads in the Free-zing Cold…


Yesterday I drafted a poem; and I changed the title of two short plays. I’m in route to beginning my first class action suit against the Fuch’s who refuse to stop stalking me, following me in person showing me weapons and spearing me painfully with applicable cyberstalking distributors still. I have one at Terminal 15 who keeps calling me the “C” word and I have to tell the Librarian. A Nationally Registered Sex Offender Calvin Fuch-Craig, with a fake Landscape Business under Calvin Craig, he recently personated/impersonated a Securitas security guard bout an hour ago and took part in all of my illegal arrests. He is a escapee from California Men’s Colony in Morro Bay. He claims to be my biological uncle and isn’t per Federal and above. Wow!

Anyhow in route to Social Security to get my name last name updated in which Federal and above says, as a Federal Permanent, I don’t need to do the changing as they have already begun and completed the process for my last name change to Shakespeare, but I keep getting harassed by Fuchs and other guilty Federal Permanents who didn’t speak up about the homicides they know about, including my real biological family members; so to see who is a real Federal Permanent and not, in that I don’t have to keep getting harassed as I arrive in Los Angeles, etc. for my creative work: screenplays, plays etc., and business work, et al,  they are protected by restraining orders I have on the guilty. Many of us in the upcoming Class Action Lawsuit, those Federal Permanent and not Federal Permanent, are looking forward to the end of this illegal surveillance removal, which Justice Trena H. Burger Plavan from the William Ridgeway Family Courthouse Federally declared ended 12/27/2017–and it’s Feburary 13, 2018.

Back to the writing: I basically need to type now–find a long-winded typewriter for my novel proposal and also for my plays. I’ve changed character names for my novel due to the guilty’s plagiarism and threatening to start selling my ideas still trying to ruin my career also with more threats of illegal arrests if I also don’t attend the baby kidnapping of myself from Northern Hospital by the Fuch’s in which they sought $200,000.00, moving specifically to Sac/kramento to live for fifty years.  Get this: A former English Professor of mine from ENMU created a phony business card using the character name “Engle,” to work at the former CSU, Sacramento Women’s Center when she got fired from Texas Women’s University.” She happened to be the Chair of my Master’s thesis. She also created a fake rejection referral for an MFA Fiction department application I sent to a university in San Francisco, CA applying to its Fiction program. Oh…another fake cousin ploy is alias Josh Fuch-Woliver who illegally searched and seized me as a cop-prop Paladin/Paladyne security guard from the former Sunset Summit last night in Sacramento copying my passport and the numbers 9040220, the fake number to the ninth illegal arrest per Federal.

I’m signing off now to draft more poetry where I can find peace to write it–it’s probably going to be in the freezing cold; but I guess it’s better than not being able to make progress on it.

Thank you for you support.  🙂   I hope to be in Los Angeles soon. 🙂

Brenda Shakespeare




Workin’ the Second Poetry Set…


Landscape. Shakespeare. Poetry.  Continuing working on my second set of poems 10-15/5-1/4 required for submission to Stanford’s Wallace Stegner Fellowship; configured themes are music, nature, art, literature, philosophy, religion, science, math, history, politics, entrepeneurship in couplets, iambic pentameter, cinquain, narrative, etc. for the chapbook’s/book’s cumulative-core.

Looking at numbers, letters–variables–say, perhaps, mathmatically and in the sciences makes me think  of Middle English, which I wasn’t too successful at; and I delayed reading Shakespeare because I didn’t think I’d figure the language out to understand the plays–embarrasingly enough; yet I had two instructors, Mr. “U” for Middle English in which I withdrew from the class. Students said he left due to a nervous breakdown. And I had the worst instructor for Shakespeare, hoping, however,  I’d have a good teacher to understand what I thought I wouldn’t be able to understand with language-letters. I don’t know. I guess she felt starting the class at 1:10pm instead of its scheduled 1:00pm time and then leaving the class ten minutes later to make copies for the class-day’s assignment was fine, since it was only a fifty minute class. She did make time, however, to talk about her Japanese husband. This was at The University of Arizona (1991-1992), Mr. “U” and Texas Tech University (1992-1994) for the Shakespeare course. Needless-to-say, I received a “B” for the Shakespeare course. Graduate school, another story. I did very well, better than I did as an undergraduate.I did, however, overall, receive a good education at Texas Tech University despite a few courses.

Twenty-five years later, I’m in ex-Woodland, now known as Miller-Kelly, CA; and I start researching for a few poetry inclusions for my second set of poems for the Wallace Stegner Fellowship, not having a chance to look over my own Shakespeare set from the course, my notes, etc. due still to this illegal surveillance being removed after finding out about it–going on four years now approaching ex-Passover, waiting for Federal and the DOD to return all of my belongings still with my illegally stolen/repossessed 2012 Nissan Versa (“white”/powder, license 6XSC778, and my two cats: Chloe and Tuxedo Bowen. Miller-Kelly in reference-relation to Ulysses S. Grant, the city, too, renamed Miller-Kelly, CA, finds me with two nutcases, Carol and Greta aka Carol-Greta Masuda-Cowen-Carr-R. Marx, showing me the back of the library (250 First Street, Miller-Kelly, CA 95695) where Shakespeare is erroneously in the non-fiction section, and then falsly accusing me of taking a table from a person who happens to be wearing a burgandy “Stanford” sweatshirt with “white” lettering who is Charles Manson impersonating Stanford alumnae, per Federal, whereby Carol-Greta Masuda tells me to leave like the Ex-Nugget due to being Jewish and finding out from The Sonnets of Shakespeare 822.33 SHA 1961 ISBN: 0-577-63750-2 with breached Federal aereal protective surveillance and the Carol-Gretas find out I’ve connected to who is  a “fair  young man of high birth,” which is Jesus Christ per Federal and Jesus Christ. Inclusive these properties are court-purchased properties of mine with Federal–not the Nazi practitioners’ properties.I haven’t returned since. Yet Federal is making it possible for me to do so. Ex-cops have been challenged to arrive, which is scary by Federal, as this Holocost guilty group refuses to stop even with their own propped ex-police vehicles, that’s “the police” that’s left, actually ex-police. I was harrassed again today by the Manson’s and Masuda, Carr, Cowen, et al, with additional illegal detainments for a faith and for not being at fault in anything. Thank you ABC for your support with the societal removal of this Holocost guilty group. My goodness it’s 2017 and this is still going on by my being tracked down and hunted by Holocost advocates and the Manson family. Between Hitler’s relatives and co-horts in a ridiculuously violent, processed patrolled Federal government, Federal government and DOD illegal surveillance removal, WOW! Thus, I find out from Federal and the Department of Defense, Shakespeare is Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ-Shakespeare. Geez…do I really have to travel to another library, the closet Esparanza Public Library. Good grief!   Onward!  :-). I’m continuing getting ready my poetry fellowship application. Wonder what will happen when I get ready to submit for the Guggenheim fellowship with more instructions from the website due this July. Oh and hey, I’ve started formating for my screenplay The Litigant. Yahoo! Workin’ it and my other creative projects. Sorry for the blog delay. 🙂

Film Talks Poetry from Riverwalker…


Encouraged by the Department of Defense and the Federal government, my first poetry chapbook, Riverwalker, has gained interest from actor/Director Kevin Costner. Interestingly enough, the DOD and FG found my eight chapbooks I had prior to their declaration verification in terms of who stole the chapbooks prior to the illegal eviction. The good thing is I have a copy of the poems in preparation of submission on flash drive, yet still the warrancy of published copies are needed–not however drafting the screenplay, per se, as it would be nice the returning of them; but I can work up the screenplay draft as the DOD and FG collect them to return them to me, etc.   As such, I’m looking at additional resources that have to do with land and trees, finding purposeful books on wood, inherent river construction, building products, and wood/stone house framework. I’ve put a few calls into tree services to consider types of trees, processes, history/origination, livelihood, demographics, and environment. I’ve also considered constructive roofing opportunities, places of time value and historical significance though local businesses and obviously wherever need be. A theme close to home and the chapbook inclusive of a few poems is the land and its spouse inspired from attending a church service at the Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament in downtown Sacramento–escaping me is the person who was also inspired by it.  I plan to configure poetry from the chapbook, this theme, and, of course, the director’s ideas with obviously the story. Mr. Costner plans on working with mountains engaged.

I was pretty stunned, this being my first chapbook and I’m thrilled for the interest and the involvement of the FG and DOD finding also to return the chapbooks, as they say a new/additional publisher is picking up the chapbook due to a former editor being involved in criminally taking credible interested links down from additional publishers’ interests, her being caught out of what the DOD and FG calls, “jealousy,” as she’s also involved in doing this with another poet-writer friend, Jessie Carty.

In it’s infancy, now, and needing my housing desperately, as another appointment ensues this coming Tuesday at 10:00am after this President’s Day holiday weekend, it would be nice to be able to fully work on my creative projects and to be able to apply for employment interests and offers awaiting me inclusive of also completing my second poetry collection/chapbook in which I have some poems saved on my flash drive though the folder of all my second poetry collection is in my stolen vehicle. Speaking of stolen vehicles, and hers not being returned as well yet by the DOD and FG is Justice/Judge Sandra Day O’Connor’s in a timed cyberstalking-illegal surveillance towing. Speaking of Justice/Judge O’Connor, she’s invited me to discuss poetry, my poetry chapbook, her book, Out of Order: Stories from the History of the Supreme Court configuring the discussion into American history, and history, which I’m looking forward to. I’m looking forward to all discussions–and my projects!  🙂


Poetry Inspired by Film…


Inspired by a screenplay I’m working on called Slackwater Clowes and the RiverLock Cherry Run  for a poem to include in my second poetry collection/chapbook, insofar called Wood in which the title of the poem may change. I worked on some development notes this morning and put it into more of a structural format. This poem looks at math, logic, reasoning, nature, the understanding–and/or attempt to, understand the suggestion and significance of not just any community but a canal community and its environment. I’m planning on trying a few different structural formats for it–iambic pentameter, couplets, and maybe some cinquain, We’ll see. Excited to get some notes underway to make some headway for an additional poem in my collection and the fact it comes from a more newly developed genre I’m working in with screenplays. Looking forward to the result. 🙂

Poetry: the Root of Math and Science…


Exercising perspective and proportion…some thoughts I’m working with picking up the drafting of my second poetry collection, wanting to work with theories in drawing, science, mathematics, perhaps an integration  with nature–perhaps configured distinctly on their own. I started looking at composition more with future juried painting projects, thoughts of series-painting and non-series paintings. Amazing how highly configured mathematics is to art, composition with geometry and word problems–which I really had a difficult time working with as a grammar student. I didn’t like math because I didn’t understand what I was suppose to do with it. I understood what was in front of me, but I think if I had a better math teacher early on and/or didn’t feel intimidated by the subject…a total phobia I had with math…it wouldn’t have been so paralyzing. Now, I find math intriguing and wanting to work with it creatively, so much so with science in looking at the intricacies applicable to how things are made instrumentally; for example, the making of a golf ball/golf club–how it is constructed, internally designed as with canal systems, weaponry systems, petroleum systems to landscape, political climate, human life, one’s social life, and the literary blend–in other words poetically, not so much in film, per say, although a character may have a hidden poetic essence about him/her; but to work with these subjects in poetry is something I’m working on and what I’d like to include within my picking back up painting, whether it’s watercolor, oil painting, pastels–and finding that right acrylic for underpainting with oil painting. A class I’d also like to take is sculpting. I’ve never sculpted, and obviously mathematics is involved in size, shape, dimension, etc.  How you sculpt a poem is important, too. A slow process here, regaining some ground with poetry. Always important is expanding on the things you may have previously feared but don’t fear now. There’s a big difference.

I found some books at an over-ignored book donation station, a geometry textbook and a word game text, a logisitics-analytical text that works with word problems, some I wish had more artistic application; but it’s an intelligent word game book. I royally sucked at math word problems and avoided them in grammar and junior high school. I think, however, in looking back that if I also had a teacher that helped break down the word problems on the board, the “of” and the “and” word-purposes because certain words, conjunctions, are symbolic to formatting by way of formula, creating/writing the formula by understanding the word problem’s comprehensiveness, in other words being able to quickly understand the reading comprehension behind the word problem. I would’ve been A-Okay with math. Understanding the root behind word problems and practicing with them, breaking down and putting back up the ingredients of the word problem helps analytically with one’s reading skills and allows for a much easier time education-wise and real-world application. I remember kids when I was in school saying, “What do you need math for?” Believe me, math does wonders and is a wonderous thing, creatively and artistically.I don’t know how much of it I want to use/apply in the second set of poetry, but I’m working on it.  ONWARD!  🙂

Mapping a second poetry collection…history, architecture, time/space


Fall approaching–but not soon enough, just the thought of September rolling around the corner is thought enough. I’m looking forward to getting back into working on my second poetry collection in which I have several titles for: Disorderly Journeys, Nervous World, and Small Variables with some titles still in transition but will soon be more solidified with the themes I’m working on. I’ve got fourteen poems in development and four more with topics about white space, atlases, metaphorically, with the use of tattoos, history with Roosevelt/Roosevelt Square, and looking at the dichotomy of childhood-paradox. What’s interesting this time around isn’t so much of an introspection with this set of poetry–it is to a certain extent, but looking a bit more objectively at geography, history, and architecture and the way it configures objectively into the human condition, which, at times, obviously manifests itself subjectively. Landscape is always a favorite feature, but to look at objects intrinsically it’s one way of shaping to re-shape the obvious and not so obvious. What comes from architecture, buildings, and locations is either caricature, personality, and image–literally and figuratively in poetry–at least for the set I’m working on right now.
Onward. 🙂

Riding the Cinquain


So eleven new poems with two more in the works find me compromising more with poetic cinquain, working more on the its stress of syllables, the fact that this type of poetic style conjures more of a shorter, simplistic form: for example, its makeup of five lines. I’m developing two more poems dealing with humor and feathers, feathers as a healant and texture–rather a type of cloth that can comfort. Some of these comforts are seen with thematics of childhood and adulthood, hence certain types of clothing as well as medicine and healing. What I’m also searching for within one of the cinquain poems is feathered grasses, e-prints, landscape, nature, and the human condition.
Tally Ho, cinquain!