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Another beautiful volume from Twisted Spoon: A Gothic Soul by Jiří Karásek ze Lvovic, translated from the Czech by Kirsten Lodge, featuring prints by Sascha Schneider.
I dipped my toe in this weekend—strange, brooding stuff. More to come.
A Gothic Soul is the most acclaimed work of Czech Decadent prose. Expressing concerns that are unique to the Czech movement while alluding creatively and ironically to Joris-Karl Huysman’s Against Nature, the novella is set in Prague, which is portrayed as a dead city, a city peopled by shades, who, like the protagonist — a nihilist and the “last scion of a noble line” — are only a dim reflection of the city’s medieval splendor. The man lives in a dreamworld, the labyrinth of his soul giving rise to visions. In his quest for meaning, he walks the city, often hallucinating, while pondering questions of religious fervor and…
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This a very old and one of my first fatal and embarrassing attempts to blog. I can laugh at how depressing my life is here as it is no secret when you read these absurdly insane posts. Just thought I’d share this embarrassing work with anyone who needs some amusement. It is true though that I was obviously going through a rough spell at the time. Just how idiotic I am to spell it out so profoundly to the world?
go to http://notdeadyet.wordpress.com and I hope you can laugh with me on these immature blogging posts…do any of you find your first attempts to post heartfelt feelings a little more melodramatic or embarrassing than you had ever intended? Please share your first blogging attempt disappointments with me. I need to know I’m not the only one.
I really liked this so I decided in honor of the author, I’d post it again. It needs to be out there…for all to enjoy…so as many places as you can find it, I suppose the chances percentage-wise are increased by having it posted in more than just one place.
hmmm needed to repost this one…
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We define our identity always in dialogue with, sometimes in struggle against, the things our significant others want to see in us. Even after we outgrow some of these others—our parents, for instance—and they disappear from our lives, the conversation with them continues within us as long as we live.
Multiculturalism: Examining the Politics of Recognition
So, Here’s an exercise I’ve decided to take on today. It is a writing prompt, though not from WordPress’ Daily Post. Just some ideas for anyone interested.
Name the following characters, keeping in mind that you can plant within a name, a clue to their role in your fiction. (I’m going to write about them as well and do whatever I feel like as I go.)
-A petty, white-collar thief who robs his boss over several years
So, as his daily compulsions grew to routinely go into the system at work, where he had learned how to make the offshore transfers into his other accounts from his company, Whitaker Goldwater began to ever-increasingly take those breaks of his. These breaks, which he always, when asked, had been intentionally for the benefit of a co-worker, like he was not only a chief executive member on the board, but a “go-for” in the office even though it was not a paid endeavor. No, his breaks were spent in the pristinely shining white stalls of the boardroom floor’s men’s room. He would quickly, as usual, though now, much more frequently, enter a stall in this ever not-too-frequented bathroom and he pull out his inner coat pocket’s little baggy of white lady. First, almost like a ritual for Whitaker, he’d take his right-hand pinky finger and dip it in his little bag of goodies so as to smear a good numbing bit across his upper teeth. Ah, the sweet sensation and taste and then the tiny bit of saliva running down the back of his throat flavored with his soon-to-come pump of motivation and drive and oh, the confidence…Yes, then the left pinky finger would soon thereafter go for the scoop of the nail bump, which he now almost drooled at the thought of. Okay. He collects himself. Listens. No one there. Then, unlocking the stall, he stands erect with the renewal of feeling like everything was right with the world. Whitaker, with routine-at-heart, checks his face in the mirror over a sink before rushing back to his desk as if he had been in a hurry to get back to work, being the diligent and dedicated workaholic he gave the appearance of to all his coworkers.
It had been almost five years now that his slow drain on the companies’ billion-dollar accounts had been going so smoothly with never enough lost to be revealing to even the best of accounting teams. His breaks, so frequented during the course of the day, he must have appeared to be one of the busiest run-around desk execs around and it was unusual that no one seemed to notice or care. There was the proof of it all. It told his real story. He was the most talked about and most disliked man or woman in the office particularly because of his overachieving know-it-all attitude, and even more, his lack of communication, eye-contact, or true concern for anything at all having to do with the people in his life in which he spent more hours than not around. He didn’t give a damn about anyone and even more importantly, it showed that he gave himself the utmost respect with no acknowledgement or attempt to see beyond his own nose. This was Whitaker Goldwater, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, apparently striving to take on leading roles for his company or not. Perhaps the minutiae of drain regularly transferred via a virtual server he had created that when and if an IP address was tracked for information, it would redirect to multiple points on the globe.
Where this is going…I have no idea…just a briefling of an idea for a character. Who knows what plot would make it interesting. What will become of this? Are there suspicions or people in-the-clue-of-a-know about some suspicious behavior going on with this man? Perhaps, to be continued or at least revised and worked on and expounded or grown upon….
-An envious, bitter woman who makes her sister miserable by systematically trying to undercut her pleasure and self-confidence.
A TO DO…
The best is yet to come:
Check out Crosses (Chino from Deftone’s band) fairly new still song; believe me it’s awesome!
Crosses, from their latest EP released this year: May 2014, Bitches Brew::Gotta hear this…
I’ll post this and some more of my favorite videos you can’t deny are
“…wishing they’d never end-” songs.
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@writingprompt: CHOICES-Reading Material
Judge a book by it’s cover (and title.) Or choose it if it has been written by one of your top 50 or so favorite writers. I think it is important to read all of a favorite writer’s books because when you find someone who writes in a way that you find impressive (i.e., their words are like a song you here that is so awesome that you wish it would never end); you want to know as much as you can about the writer and their versatility in writing, …
For me, if I find a graphic novel with a great title I may pick it up to read, or if it by Frank Miller, Alan Moore, Neil Gaiman, Art Spiegelman, Bill Willingham,… I want to read it. I look for Titan Books and DC Comics, though not exclusively. I am on my was to reading everything by Kurt Vonnegut, Chuck Palahniuk (His sequel to Damned, Doomed is released Oct. 8…yay!!!,) and Mark Twain. Certain authors interest me because of uniqueness of writing style, because of the transgressive nature of the genre and style. I like science fiction, always looking for new good writers of sci fi. I enjoy good fantasy-like books, like C.S. Lewis Narnia series. I check out my favorite authors suggested readings and read those. Recommendations by friends and on Goodreads.com are great ways to entice me to read a book, perhaps I had never heard of the author or the book.
To me, books are beautiful and bibliophiles, biblioklepts, biblio-s in general are the kind of names for authors of blogs i would look at. As far as books go, when I see a cover or binding on a book that has an intriguing look, as it may be in a special font or the art catches my eye, I will pick it up and read the summary on the back, as well as take note of the author and the other books he/she has written (in the front of the book.) I am interested in reading about futuristic sci fi, about politics, government, or courtroom-settings, legalese, that is. I like off the wall literature, like Douglas Adams books, for ex, currently reading The Great and Secret Show by Adams.
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JULY 24, 2014 I have recently finished reading Fucked by PRUNTY (the ending was such a let down, I just have to let you know–but I loved reading it.) I read The Gunslinger Part II The Drawing of the Three; Also, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.’s Hocus Pocus, and Clive Barker’s Hellbound Heart. I am looking forward to reading The Damnation Game by Barker. He is so awesome. Still, I sit on the edge of my seat waiting for new Palahniuk releases, ALWAYS!
#writingprompt Word-A-New: BOTANY: the science of robot(bots)-intelligence and emotional capability studies; on the NEWS front: revolutionary breakthrough-macroevolutionary bot unfolding in their new-found desire for individualism by way of aesthetic self-expressioning
excerpt taken from BIOSPHERE DICTIONARY; featured recently as front page NEWSTORY ARTICLE in Lost Angels TIMES, The New Yorkie’s TIMES, Walking the Streets JOURNAL, and Scientifica Americanista
DEFINITION AND DESCRIPTION
Botany: the research, study, science, and engineering of intelligently quotientented and emotional-orientation in robot design. Bot engineers have thus far internationally influenced socieites with integration of bot beings into usage for standardizing world time, date, and location identification. There accuracy in calculations for standards is at 100% optimazation. Tides, lunar, and solar cycles are bot-legislated Calandar and date calibration is a job bots are in charge of via their ability to communicate and report from orbital-satellite fields.
The Botany Headquarters is currently in Zone East-2 North to Equator. There are scientists, researchers, administrators, a public relations official, the delivery experts, High Official Designators, and executors of the facility who fund and own it. The G-196, including all defined countries on our planet, are the overseers and aid with materials and funds when asked. They determine bot placement among human-types based on individual needs and advancement opportunity do to circumstantial data-collected evidentials. It is mandatory by the G-196, as decided at the 2014 Summit in Zone Mid-7 that every human-type recorded in hospital birth libraries across all Zones of the planet mandatorily take a bot that is delivered to them by delivery experts who educate and aid in the integral period of adaptation and proper utilization and treatment of the hand-picked bot. It is the job of the High Official Designators who tirelessly customize and assimilate bots for placement with “The” appropriate human-type.
Bots communicate with humans, no matter their native tongue and are well-diversified across the board in all professional field dialects. The field of Botany and its research, study, and development or creation of bots is integral to aiding and delegating standards affecting our everyday lives in its achievements and continual improvement in securing levels of accuracy in our perception of what time and work can be. The time being saved with the aid of bots as new members of our social atmosphere has been dramatically improved.
NEW EVOLUTIONS IN THE FIELD
This field is currently under scrutiny by disgruntled housewives who have purchased their helper-bots (also referred to formally as robots in the botanic field of study)primarily aid and time-saving strategies for such things as housework and cooking. They have been known for the longest time now to be not only helpers and minimizers of time spent doing the things we have to do, like housework, but are also known as companions and heartfelt listeners to their designated being, type-human. In recent news, however, there has been an overwhelming amount of reports to Botanical Main Headquarters in Zone East-2. The botanists in Systems Analysis and Administrative Assistance have had to quickly adapt to what they are calling an step in the evolutionary processes. Constant calls, threads, SMS, e-mail, forum reporting, and complaint submittals express type-human asserting their frustration with designated companion bots: “…highly moody bots who decide to sit around and read for pleasure. They seem to be most interested these days in the latest styles from the New York and Paris cat walks and opening season fashions,” one Headquarter report read. Bots appear to be demanding in their desire to be attired with choice attire. Botanists express this new-found ”taste for coutoure” which some could foresee as a new-found discovery in bots ability to discern an individually unique artistic side.
The evolution has been so sudden and it was unexpected but botanists are excited with the new records and are acting quickly. The soon-to-follow demand could be quite high in numerical costs and numbers of bots in accomodating their desired wardrobing. The expense in the present budget is frozen due to the results of analytical data that display accuracy in the prediction and botanists have become the top-grossers for top fashion magazines and fashionista conferences. When asked recently, bot-X129, reportedly commented on the question, “Why all the new-found intrique and enjoyment in observing fashion trends.” He replied, “Feel embarassed that I am so exposed. Would like to be more fashionably attired than my fellow bots who I have felt need to compete with lately. We talk on what’s hot and what’s not. Opinions differ. I am winning according to my present analysis and interpreter data reserve ratings.”Most recent update: “The aid of fulfilling these new desires in aesthetic expression is most certainly in a proper mode to reconcile mood modulation,” according to Press secretary bot-Z-001, one of the more advanced of the team in his customized abilities with foreign and all public relations, in general.
“Love’s metaphors: soul, madness, practice, and mastery of an art…”
In ancient Greece, there were several forms of love mentioned and discussed heavily about what makes up love. The is storage which is familial love, kinship; familiar; family
On our timeline of history, I see lost values in this area: loss of virtue, respect, dedication, responsibility, commitment, dependability, accomplishment and more disowning, emancipation, abandonment, just too much to excuse anyway. The family should not have gotten to this point and it is unfortunate, IMO. Traditions are being lost I feel and even I am guilty of not making a big to-do over holidays like I did when I was young at my grandparents or at home. It may just be getting older and not having children. I just think a lot is lost in newer generations. That in itself is a claim to my age. LOL!
There is Philia which is friendship. It leads to feeling of self-worth and identity, perhaps; it is a building practice. Eros is another kind of love which has to do with attraction and erotic love. Agape is a self-sacrificing love by putting God or a God first. It is the love in spirituality or within a church as it should have been. aIt is the love of supernatural, omnipotent, omniscient, creator, divine, divinity, grace/punishment (admonishment for purposes of learning a lesson only to become a better person from it.) We give gratitude, pray, get angry at, talk to as friend when no one else is there, depend on God. Finally, there is Xenia, not mentioned much in readings, meaning hospitality It is a ritual coming especially from Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey where it was customary to feed, give shelter to and allow visitors to take part in family goings-on. It is a custom-related value I also believe is held less and less by people today. Manners are not a foremost issue for people in today’s world. Emily Post, Miss Manners, setting a table correctly, knowing which utensils to use, chewing with your mouth closed, putting elbows on table, men opening doors for women on dates, paying for dates, actually courtesy, in general, towards public–all of it–is lost to a great degree, especially in larger metropolitan areas.
Our fast-paced world has broken down the family unit: meals are seldom at a table together anymore, people have separated/divorced/abandoned parents, homes are primarily dysfunctional in some way or another, not to say they were ever perfect, but there is a lot more drug abuse, less attention given to children, less mothers at home and more nanny’s or other raising children, less of a lot of the things we used to have and a lot of talking to people however you f((@!@# feel like, verbal abuse, anorexia, bulimia (with commercial female ideals,) less attention at home, physical abuse, alcoholism out of control (think this has always been a problem,) physical abuse that goes unnoticed, and more mental illnesses, especially we see more ADHD coming out with the faster paced lives and more stuff coming at us all the time. It’s becoming too much to take in and we are trying to adjust but children are more agitated, and restless in the classroom and less likely to listen to teachers but be distracted easily. Scientifically, they are finding this more clear and a direct relational cause sociologically and psychologically.
So, on love, we have affinities for things, preferences on things like colors, numbers, activities and hobbies, books, even people we choose to associate and find ourselves with. We usually have a particular affinity for certain subjects, areas of knowledge, places we want to visit, pets we want to have, fragrances we want to wear, places we choose to work (if we are at such luxury to choose-we do choose where we apply and where we do not apply.) It is unfortunate, tragic, sad, even alarming, that some choose fields of work that make money, not because they like the field or are good at it, but they want the money. I understand needing to make ends meet no matter what. Sometimes it is to make exceptional money however, living above ends that meet need and necessity…too many live above their means. When you end up making more money because you love what you do, and of course you do not love going to work, no one does really, but you give for your family first, the needs and necessities, make a better life often even for others, donating more, recycling, humanitarian involvements, you see more of this with people who enjoy the work they do and make good money. I have noticed this in my years of experience in meeting people and for some reason, this seems to hold true to a large degree. You still have your greed, megalomania, misplaced desire, and lust for things you want, selfishly. It is good to spend money to get out of debt when you can if that is a scenario you find yourself in, for personal life improvement. It is not so you can just have good credit but you can enrich your life with things you want that opens doors for yourself in the world obtaining things, material things, like iPad, iPhone, smartphones, Internet, automobiles, homes we enjoy and like living in, clothes that make us feel good about ourselves…
I believe love of people, places, things, just love, in general, can, like anything, be a misused term, and thrown around, too casually by too many. The opinions on why we love who, what, where, is/has been/can be/will be debated heavily for as long as humans want to ponder the issue. Almost all “Good, Virtuous,” valuable in merit thing can be and is too often used in a malintented way or weakened by those who do wrong. But love is a profoundly valuable and precious gift we are fortunate to experience and should nurture it, reap it, give it, enjoy it. It is part of man’s nature that, in his capacity to love, that it is a definitive part of growth in who and what he is, his essence, a defining part of his “soul.” what we truly love and how we love is a larger part of what makes us who we are, uniquely and beneficially to the world around us. Dionysus spoke of love as a growth in us spiritually, mentally, physically, in every possible way. (Read The Phaedrus by Plato) We become better people, we like ourselves better, we are constantly growing and learning, we are Becoming, in the Heideggeresque sense, to get philosophical, though this is profoundly a philosophical issue and has been debated on through the centuries and will continue to be for many to come I’m sure. I did enjoy the explanation I found in the discourse of the play/book Phaedrus by Plato. Please read if you find this topic interesting and worth pursuing more content on it. It is worth the time and it is not that long. Very thought-provoking, however, and the sentences make your brain work overtime a bit. Well worth it though.
There is much more that can be written here, so it may be continued at a later time…
And she said to me
That the river would mold me
And the wild wind would cool me
That the trickster the coyote He would fool me
That father Sun would warm me
Mother Earth would clothe me
Grandmother Moon would greet me
And of the old ways she would teach me
Wise woman, she told me
To always walk lightly
Tread the Earth ever gently
Lovingly so preciously
And take from her sparingly
She said, to share with others
What you have learned from me
Be still and breathe, ever patiently
For the web of life
Has woven what is to be
But you must still chose
Your own path, you will see
And lastly, the Wise Woman said to me
To listen to the Wise one
That dwells within me
To walk my path in balance
Is too be free
More than just words
So mote it be”…
I read a book yesterday entitled The Mysterious, Magical Cat. Sounds like a children’s book, eh? Well, it was actually very much a wealth of, hopefully researched, history of cats from the earliest of accounts drawn from cave dwellings, artifacts, and misc. documentation. The Phoenicians supposedly utilized felines as a form of currency due to their great value in the days’ society. Black cats were rarer and thus, worth a great bit more. Egyptians worship of cats extended through the Gods that were named after them and whose pictures were drawn and statue-like relics were made and found by archeologists. Bast was the body of cat and head of woman and was called upon for personal, gentle aid, often tied to the moon, as in symbolically representing the phase-change influence over behavior and action of cats. Cats, as described were like the sun Ra, another cat-God, as were Osiris, Sekhmet, Pakheth, Apollo, and others. Sekmet was “the great one of magic” and was always called upon for protection. They were protectors of the Sun god and destroyers of his enemies. In Rome, Diana, the Moon Goddess and protector from evil. Due to the austere stature and uncanny insight into people’s nature, especially in their behaviors alerting humans of warnings, not only of people but of changing or foreboding weather conditions, earthquakes, floods, and the like. Their instinctual abilities were well-noted by nearly every civilization and gained reverence and even worship through the 4th century BC when Chrisitian emperor Theodosius I outlawed all Paganism, decreeing that cats were beholders of sorcery and witchcraft because of their abilities. In truth, Chrisitianity, even to this day, has influenced societal superstitions and dislike or even fear of cats, especially black cats, because the earliest days of the Catholic church disagreed with any “worship-like” behavior or putting on a pedestal a creature so closely associated with woman. Hence, stories of smart woman and intuitive, instinctual creatures as the feline is was perverted in wide-spread lies that witches existed and should be extinguished, as were cats so described as having the fire of satan in their eyes, even capable of breathing death on humans. Thus, during the Crusades, cats were ordered to be kllled, each and every one. Interestingly enough, up until the 1700s it was the Christians who performed magical rituals, burning cats alive believing they would see the future and have questions answered.
The book, written by D. J. Conway, was a start to finish in an afternoon easily. I did not want to stop reading. For cat lovers or simply anyone curious about the history of cats, especially anyone wondering the whys of cats strong influence and affluence throughout history, I suggest finding this book to read.
Here I have given an excerpt from my Goodreads page on books read, reading, and to-read. Please visit http://goodreads.com and search for Amcii Cullum to see recommendations for good books among me and my friends and write-ups as comments/critiques on books we’ve read. You can follow me if you’d like.
the thistle-milk ooze let-down
and i thought it was a pretty flower
sticky and unappealing
wrapped in disguise
ribbon-laden packages making you smile
only for seconds
the thorns are small
they know the way
stuck deep into a fingertip
from what planet have you come
god does not spare angels when they sin
alien-planet heribivore seeds
always welcome here
my pretty moment with this feverous flower
found so frail still noxious
exhumed from below alien-trodden ground
i left the land that day