Writing·Jaia Papitz
Who cannot smile, shouldn’t cry. Just be still for a moment and let the lips follow their natural flow. It will end up in a smirk eventually and then, by mid-November, their movement will be just fucking hysterical. And the...
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Have you seen those 'Zen Nazi' lately? You know, those who'd rather hug a tree instead of their child (most likely the kid who'll be a candidate to walk in the school with a rifle), be mad about working conditions...
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Like the powerless gazelle watching its calf being eviscerated ravenously by an insensitive feline, we mourn absurdly the perennial tragedy. Why? What monster could have committed this atrocity? The mirror’s shards are scattered throughout one’s life, beneath soles and soiled...
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Thanks for having me, please comment, good, bad or otherwise, on my attempts at a new medium for expression.. Rich
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We believed we had it all. And then along came prophets, politicians, artists, psychoanalists, journalists, anthropologists, lawyers, doctors, X factors, and all the especially specialized specialists and explained to us that no, no, no, that was not all, and more...
Read More →Writing·Alex Mascarenhas
Actors in Los Angeles are like the angels themselves – a dime a dozen. The first time I heard – well, read, really – this expression was in the Arthur Miller’s play Death of a Salesman, written in 1949. If...
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Well, now that iExile is back up and all the malicious intruders are out, we plan to make this online publication more accessible. The goal is that every quarter, beginning with 2013, to have an ebook/issue released every quarter and...
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The other day, the fear was murdered. Ambushed in the dark corner of the hope, the monster was slaughtered so we can reclaim ourselves from our evil twin that wiretapped and Guantanamoed US. A triumph of the bullet. The last...
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It is obvious that we can't find a common ground. We are still believers, not rational creatures. Just listening to any conversation, it's impossible not to hear at least once: I believe. That's nothing wrong with the word itself only...
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I step out of my shell further. As time passes , sometimes fleeting glimpses and sometimes so slowly, but I know I am still moving. Obstacles laid before me, ever towering, ever growing. Just waiting for me to crumble. Waiting...
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Hello To All,
I am a free style poet , writer and photographer. My inspiration is LIFE. I see the world in flowing color and my writing reflects every shade of every degree, from the lightest and brightest to...
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If one would take the already walked path from the Gas Chambers of Auschwitz to the Wall of West Bank without pondering, then logic is dead. The maze that the pundits meticulously knit is frivolous and hides the facts into...
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I would like to cry but unrandom tears would appear childish. Their reflection in the rippled puddle would be carried to the shore, carving into the sidewalk's curb a barren passage under the thorn asphalt, into the sewage of hope....
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As long as we, the humans, are buying hope or the idea of it, we are prone to let down our guard and chase endlessly the ideal on an artificial path, guided by the scent of a delusional reality. Like...
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We are shellfish filtering all the anguish of existence through the gun barrel. We never existed as a humanity but only as self coerced live stock. Often, one of us pierces through the imaginary fence, slaying the self backbone until...
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Health care; an American vanity? A world's indolence? The metamorphosis of The Hippocratic Oath from a factual statement into a myth? The constant competition, just to bow into the spot light, irrelevant as a football season. The arrogance to show...
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1492 seems like a galaxy away yet The Dark Ages appear more prevalent than ever. The New World, accidentally or not stumbled upon, once discovered, it reignited the aspirations of millions of getting a fresh start. Devouring the idea that...
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Listen! I do not agree with most American imperialistic policies. I'm not happy about Mr. Obama's accomplishments during his immature presidential term and I certainly refute the validity of the greedy corporate World but, agreeing with the goat fucking Taliban...
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I would pay top dollar to someone just to obliterate my consciousness. Then, he/she (no sex discrimination here) must perform the task of a complete dismemberment of the thought. But, why place such an ad when you can elect them,...
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Was an encounter I never thought I'd intersect voluntarily. And if I did, I would just let it go by like a shot of tequila. Undrunk. I am a simple man. I like people whose intelligence stimulate me and I...
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