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Told as a parable, and vividly observed, Rich Shapero’s Too Far is an exhilarating and heart-breaking story of an end to innocence that captures the triumphs and follies of the child’s imagination as it struggles to remain boundless and free....
Winifred starts her story off in the first person, to create a personable feel for the reader; she then changed her story to the third person as it reads like fiction with all the colorful characters evolving. The reader must remember that everything in this story is actual facts of what happened in Winifred’s life; hence the story is a historical document as well. It is delightful to read, heartfelt, funny and also at times will have you in tears so be ready with your tissue boxes....
The light and the dark shadows danced in grotesque shapes on the freshly painted green and cream walls, at times, reaching out, in mythical movements, towards the well baked off-white of the ceiling. A loud ticking alarm clock, from its place of importance on the mantle-piece, disturbed the silence of the room, acting like a hypnotist’s metronome on the man sleeping in the deep old fashioned arm chair. Singed hair tumbled boyishly about his once handsome face. The slightest movement he made brought sounds of moaning from swollen lips. Flashing firelight revealed the cause of the pain. Blisters that hung in bunches’ like grapes, almost the size of walnuts, decorated his shoulder and wove themselves right down one side of his body. I slowly opened the door so as not to disturb my father and tip-toed my way across towards the wreckage of human flesh slumped on the chair. I was a child of seven with large curls of hair that ran down to my shoulders now sparkling gold in the bright glow of the flickering firelight. I had large blue eyes that held the fathoms of the ages in them; such was the wisdom bestowed upon me. Looking at my fat...
There is no good war. All war is hideous. munir is a novel about Baghdad under Occupation. It is a story detailing the tragic intersection of intelligence personnel, militants, and Iraqi millennials....
“Ah!” Majid exclaimed, realizing where they were. Spying their favorite nook in the city, Majid approached the cozy concrete to kick back. Munir had noticed this quotidian wonder many years ago when he was working part-time as a delivery boy. One ‘precision’ strike in 1991, courtesy of a 35-year-old B-52 bomber, had taken out a homeless shelter. The blast had also carved the ideal reading nook out of an adjacent wall. The shelter was eventually rebuilt, but the wall remained damaged and crumbling....
This novel is based on the plot that describes the life of a young lady having worked as Assistant Professor at the University level. These days, she is engaged by a Trust, interested in promoting `mental illumination through peace of mind and self-confidence. She is going places to deliver lectures, keep in mind the aims of the organization as well as the composition of the audiences. In fact, since her infancy she is on the move from one part of India to another, even having no idea of the identity of the couple who parented her. Having been reared up by a domestic maid, she was obliged to inherit this type of job to earn for her livelihood. The onset of puberty in the proximity of unrelated men was to be withstood with caution and care for her chastity. These tours of lecturing around, once make her find a known lady in her audience in Delhi. This incident opens her the way to meet many people in this big city and take her to the person who fathered her. Here, she also gets the truthful information about her mother. ...
Dear Madhu Ji, On my way back home I recapitulated, as my routine exercise, the discussions at the Coffee House. Can you recall the reaction of Mr Malik to Lal's outburst against the final outcome of Dhananjay Chakrovarty's legal battle to ward off the Capital punishment pronounced on him for rape and murder of a minor girl, when he himself was just 21 years? ……………..." I suppose Mr. Malik came out with some amusing retort, which made almost the entire group at the table giggle and I could not make out anything but only observe Mr. Malik move towards the toilets. Respected Sir, I clearly heard your `Guruji`, I mean Mr Malik, murmur aloud, “Is there any punishment available to your civilized society to punish an errant woman who voluntarily and actively seduces and commits rape on an innocent, uninitiated and in the prime of his youth?” “Do you mean a rape amongst a Lesbian fraternity?” Mr. Lal Singh speaks out smilingly. Mr. Malik simply hung his head down and spoke in his normal pitch, “I mean, on a companion belonging to the opposite sex.” Having uttered these words Guruji peacefully got up and moved in a gentle pace towards pu...
A glimpse in the life of the poor in the mid-20th century's Delhi (India), where poor Krisana declared a criminal because of his poverty, shares his destiny with a girl about which he had heard....
Era de nuevo´l final de la primavera, azía calor, un odioso calor. Volví a ser capturado. Le dije a Daru: –Soltáme. –Ándate si cerés –me contestó sabiendo perfectamente c´era lo ce yo no cería escuxar....
Four parallel columns. The same event from different views. You can change column every month and still read the story. If you read the pdf: follow the odd pages first. switch to the even pages later (or v.v.)...
Every month four different views on the same event, fiction included.
All what happened in 1015, my reflections on what I did. Languages, philosophy, travelling, surrealistic and bizarre stories. All cultures included.
Overview of Lower Saxion dialects and the future of literature in these Dutch dialects. State of the art.
Dialect is not a vehicle of culture, as Latin was. Dialects are for conversation in the rural area about agriculture and food, not to discuss philosophy or economics. The vocabulary is not sufficient for new technology....
Examples op literature in dialect and its future. Illustrated.
Life in a cultural poor environment. All stories of 30 years writing. The growth of the writer in style and subject can clearly be seen.
Rural area in the last century in contact and conflict with modern life in the world. Psychological drama's
Over 50 short stories and a detective. Awarded Grote Culturele Prijs van Drenthe 2014. Great Cultural Prize of province of Drenthe (NL) for all his writing....
How does a less developed area affect inhabitants and specially; how do (clever) people find a pleasant way of life in a cultural hostile environment. The chosen death of my mother (by voluntary starvation). Prize winning novel....
Choose your own road to freedom. Wet tears when you cry.
Tenths of longer and shorter stories in Drents dialect. All my stories of about 30 years writing. (Together with part 4 of this collective work)
Bizarre and by times deregulating stories in a rural setting. Psychological development of characters. Absurd as life can be, sometimes some violence. For a learned reader references to religion, politics and literature of great writers....
All people as strangers in a paradise that they don't recognize.
Over a hundred short stories in Dutch. Title comes from a story: Enter, don't knock at the door.
Overview of a writers life. Biographical content.
What looks life like in the rural area of Drenthe (NL) where modern life came late in the last century. How did parents, teachers, politics, religion influence the coming of age in a culturally poor environment....
Great reconciliation in several novels, essays
This story is of a time beyond the memory of man, before the beginning of history. . . (Summary from the text)
Fiction
A literary novel that touches on drug addiction, domestic violence and coming of age.
Los Angeles 2017 Letter to My Parents Contest Award recipients and letters.
Chicago 2017 Letter to My Parents Contest announcement, award recipients, and letters.
An exploration of the vital importance of imagination and experience, as exemplified in the works of William Blake and Jacob Boehme. This paper is based on a lecture given at the Temenos Academy London, and published in the Temenos Academy Review 20 (2017)....
Boehme wrote of his works that ‘a Man’s Reason, without the light of God, cannot come into the Ground [of them], it is impossible, let his wit be ever so high and subtle, it apprehends but as it were the Shadow of it in a Glass’.17 As Blake wrote in Jerusalem, when ‘the Reasoning Power in Man’ is ‘separated/From Imagination,’ it encloses ‘itself as in steel, in a Ratio/Of the Things of Memory’....
This paper (23 pages) is based on a lecture given at the Temenos Academy London, and published in the Temenos Academy Review 20 (2017).
“EDITORIAL DE FUNDACIÓN Ficticia, según diccionarios y enciclopedias, es un ave que, en ciertas regiones de México, emite un canto parecido a la eternidad. Son muchos los aventureros y naturalistas, desde Quetzalcóatl hasta Alexander von Humboldt, que han intentado atraparla, pues la leyenda señala que de lograr enjaular su música, el captor logra su propia inmortalidad. Casi extinta a principios del siglo XX por un fenómeno no del todo explicado, todavía en regiones apartadas, en la selva lacandona, en la sierra tarahumara o en la zona del silencio, hay indígenas que dicen haber soñado con tan melodiosa voz, y al despertar son capaces de contar las más extrañas y fabulosas historias. Son muchos los anecdotistas que le dan a la rara avis la cualidad de dios, pues entre los aztecas, invocar su plumaje, cegador de tan espléndido, era punto de partida para la conversación alrededor del fuego. Por lo que su imagen fue tanto o más importante que las deidades de la agricultura, de la fertilidad o de la guerra, ya que, suponían, era igualmente valioso comer, reproducirse o ir a la batalla, como el tener de qué hablar. De esta manera, e...
Post-Gaddis, close third-person tragicomedy; linear storytelling, mise-en-scene not overexpansive.
Having lost her mother, and virtually rendered `orphan`, in the absence of `father`, a little girl Named Bhoomika, by dint of sheer circumstances, happens to reach a virgin teacher. Here, the `blessed opportunity for education` awaits her, as she is inspired and guided by this benevolent lady towards higher education. Once, she was offered a part-time job of `a reader for a blind class-fellow` of hers at Khadi Degree College, Guhahati: and she gladly accepted it. Of course, some nascent opportunities came to her, even in Delhi, when she was staying in a Working Women’s Hostel, while doing some odd jobs to support self, economically. But the travails of life also came her way; and she coped up with every sort of situation, by way of `fine-tuning` the responses from her brain and heart, every time, with an objective to attaining a quality decision from within. Having once been requested by very senior colleague to stay with one spinster Professor, during her illness, she served the lady so dutifully that the Professor persistently requested her to live with her till the young girl is married off. Having attained some extraordinary ...
"In fact, I had never spoken to her even a single word, though she continued to send me signals for initiating a dialogue with her. I had to go to fetch my daily quota of water from the water-tap, provided at the back of her tenement, for all the four segments, in the vicinity. Almost every time, we had to place our buckets or utensils, in a queue, while waiting for our turn. Being shy of passing through the front lane, while approaching the water-tap, I preferred to walk along the back of the segment, in our front. God knows, how she could spot me from such a long distance that I had come out of my room, with buckets in my hands. Quite often, I marked her busy in looking towards me with furtive glances, while waiting for her turn, as she would deliberately waste her time, simply to ignore the fact of my arrival there and would thus make room for me to place my buckets before hers.” .......... It pains him to recall his last meeting with that `unfortunate girl`, who was destined to spend a spinster's life and breathe her last, while resting her head at Bihari's knee, who kept caressing her forehead, in the presence of her trusted ...