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Tap, tap, tap. My pencil whispered, scribbling annotations onto the paper. Then, my eyes flickered to the title: "The Perils of Indifference." This White House address, delivered by the late Holocaust survivor and Nobel Laureate Elie…
Read More →This textually - documented art performance, on which I will elaborate upon in this narrative has characteristics that relate to the movement of “neoism” or “parodistic–ism”, as a subcultural experimental direction, while the fact that I…
Read More →The performance was carried out in the period 22 January 2023 until 22 January 2025. As the author of the artistic project, I feel the need to emphasize the information mentioned earlier with regard to the temporal parameter (spanning from…
Read More →My melancholy manifesto starts with a trick question. How does a man allow his identity to get whittled down to nothing? The answer becomes shoulder shrugs, IDK text messages, and little about my individuality as I sharpen the blade of my…
Read More →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 noise. And the…
Read More →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 in China yet enslaving…
Read More →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?
Read More →Thanks for having me, please comment, good, bad or otherwise, on my attempts at a new medium for expression.. Rich
Read More →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,…
Read More →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 “a dime a dozen” meant very…
Read More →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 a…
Read More →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 supper of the…
Read More →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 what…
Read More →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 for that…
Read More →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 the richest and darkest of hues. …
Read More →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 a stew of tasty…
Read More →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. I like…
Read More →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 a schizophrenic, we are unable to…
Read More →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 one's…
Read More →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…
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