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- angelfromparis posted on 12/23/2009With closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast, Before my eyes the hills of happy rest Bathed in the sun's monotonous fires, unfold. Islands of Lethe where exotic boughs Bend with their burden of strange fruit bowed down, Where men are upright, maids have never grown Unkind, but bear a light upon their brows. Led by that perfume to these lands of ease, I see a port where many ships have flown With sails outwearied of the wandering seas
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- mayamaya posted on 12/23/2009a wonderful book, even better than "the stranger". ..... Barely more than a hundred pages, "The Fall" represents Albert Camus' ultimate foray into the recesses of psychic anguish. Jean-Baptiste Clamence, a once-respected and successful Paris barrister, sits alone in an Amsterdam bar delivering his stark monologue to an unknown listener. It is a confessional narrative, a tale in which Clamence slowly unravels the spare facts of his life, his deceptions, his inauthenticity, his bad faith. As he
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- XYSmaya posted on 12/20/2009Gehry is very much inspired by fish. Not only does it appear in his buildings, he created a line of jewelry, household items, and sculptures based on this motif. "It was by accident I got into the fish image," claimed Gehry. One thing that sparked his interest in fish was the fact that his colleagues are recreating Greek temples. He said, "Three hundred million years before man was fish....if you gotta go back, and you're insecure about going forward...go back three hundred million years ago. Why are yo
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- mayamaya posted on 12/20/2009The best and rarest criticism is constructive, and very few people know how to give it. This being the case, the wisest thing to do with early writing-and early drafts of all writing-is to practice the art of containment. "You must practice containment, "I told the young writer. "stop showing your stories around, especially to your friends. Just write more of them and send them over by fax. Let's aim for an even dozen. Write first. Worry about fixing them later. " ....At it;s base, for me, lo
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- Joseph M Narusiewicz posted on 12/16/2009Aliens Have Come Where is the place that I can disappear? Who will take this nagging angst? I am a mask, a sexual identity I am a position in a lost world She decorates her face like a mannequin Gives herself away not of lust but doubt Cogs, machines, souls without life Hollow empty winds blow over the land Pleasure only lasts a short while Run for the shadows of anti depressants Kiss the dark night of starless mirrors Orgasms without love, without heart Chains rattle in Kafka's castle
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