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pavel-somov's picture
Dec.09.2009
1.I counted time.It doesn’t add up.No matter how long you swoosh this mouthful of life,The aftertaste of time ain’t gonna rinse out.2.At a bottom of a lake, I sit,Breathing through a straw,Divining what’s on the surface.They taught me tricks but they didn’t teach me how to un-trick them.So, I sit,...
pavel-somov's picture
Sep.20.2009
   1. Like a hand in a glove, Mind's an analogy of reality. Consciousness is the real thing. 2. Ego is a memory. Forget it. 3. Look at this proletarian body! Look at its billions of constitutionally independent cells! Look at how they all united in one mind! Can you? 4. If I had a tail, I'd chase...
amy-king's picture
Dec.06.2008
From THE HOUR OF THE STAR by Clarice Lispector Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. But before prehistory there was the prehistory of prehistory and there was the never and there was the yes. It was ever so. I do not know why, but I...
luciana-lhullier's picture
Nov.29.2008
Red Room author Hammoudi Abdelwahab says that learning a language can be a powerful tool for more understanding and less violence in the world. I totally agree. Languages are ways of existence. Speaking a language is a way of "being" in the world, and learning a second, third language is...
dale-estey's picture
Nov.12.2008
 I am still chewing through this following excerpt of an article by Adam Thirlwell. There is a lot of meat for an author like myself who writes the whole damn novel following characters to see what will happen. I ponder the more intellectual and creative revelations at the edit stage. I do know...
lina-ru's picture
Oct.26.2008
This question has captivated me for a long time: What is love? It may seem a simple question, sometimes even childish or romantic to answer, but in fact it is one of the most profound questions beside the question: Who am I? Is love just a concept (an idea created by the mind producing a result...
chelsea-woolf's picture
Jun.03.2008
Have you ever watched a cat soak up sunbeams? My cat smiles when he naps in the sun… like he knows something that I don’t. Maybe he does. Maybe those sunbeams tell him something -- something about our eternal nature. He is a big, fluffy, black and white rag doll and his shiny coat acts...