art shake your head—shake your mind no smell of world or life believe, think, dream no more but yet feel of heart more and more
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sustain you
Love means that you are willing to sustain another person. sus·tain /səˈstān/ verb strengthen or support physically or mentally. undergo or suffer (something unpleasant, especially an injury). uphold, affirm, or confirm the justice or validity of. Who do you sustain? xoxo, the bbb blogger
Heartbeat
Last night when I lay down sickly, Resting my tired head on the table, My ear against that smooth surface, I heard thu-thump, thu-thump, And for a yielding second, I truly believed that I was listening to The wood's heartbeat— Its soul connecting with mine. Of course, it was only my own quick heart, Thumping loudly … Continue reading Heartbeat
Text as a Social Force: Cultural Criticism
Introduction Text has been a part of human creation for hundreds of years. People have used art and literature to express themselves and the human condition. But the text is also a social force. Cultural criticism has changed the way readers view literature and art. Art is not merely used for entertainment or artistic expression. … Continue reading Text as a Social Force: Cultural Criticism
Creative Fiction: “Ekpipto”
He knew that he had fallen. He felt like someone or something was watching him. Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen?[1] As SMSN[2] waited, chained against the cold stone, he knew that living and pretending as he did among the E.O.[3] had brought about this end. He had been called to … Continue reading Creative Fiction: “Ekpipto”
Creative Fiction: “Travel Machine”
Time travel—it is impossible, no? Studying, studying, studying; researching, researching, researching. No use, you would think, after years of, well, working, searching, finding what I could in what was left of the university libraries, in my spare time, of course. No one goes to college anymore. How could this be? How had this happened? The … Continue reading Creative Fiction: “Travel Machine”
Creative Fiction: “Entrepó”
Last summer of the Year of the Revolution The First Unit split into three: the sapphire hearts, the ruby stars, the emerald diamonds; the Second Unit argued about whether sapphires and rubies would join The Third Unit didn’t care I was part of the Third Unit, Yet at the time, I knew nothing Politics meant nothing … Continue reading Creative Fiction: “Entrepó”