Vagabonding

It wasnt like taking a breath, a single moment interval, the release of air, and then...Epiphany. No, the universe decided that my journey, to that moment I realized the urgency had disappeared; had to be done with a lot of walking. Before my epiphany comes, I must sleep many places away from my homeland. Until then my wanderlust will comfort me in my be tonight. - Last dying words.

Ernest Hemingway: The writer

The anointed drowns and

shivers of disappointment, deliciously
caresses down my spine and ripples like a pebble
dropped in the middle of the ocean.
I craved them, it seems almost as desperately as I
am trembling insatiably at the mercy of
yet another heart shaped stone.
Attached to my feet as I lethargically sink slowly.

Today I am a Kite

Its better to think the worst and apologize for being wrong than to blindly but blissfully trust and be made to feel like a fool for trusting so easily?

Today I am a kite

It is said that Fate, are three Spinsters sister who control human
life using strings that connect the moments
our lives together.

I believe,

among those millions of strings
exists a single thread of trust just long enough to wrap
around a pink. The perfect promise to never to let the wind
carry me away.

For,

I am that kite with too many keys and not enough
locks. A bit too long a tail but motely in color. Too high
to distinguish faces, even on the brightest of sunny day.

Ascension Pioneers

"Purification, cleansing and purging on all levels of our Being is essential on this journey of Self ascension. This includes physical detox through drinking pure water, getting lots of sunshine, spending time in Nature, rising our vibration through sound and Light patterns, eating healthy and raw organic Light foods, etc.

Mental purging consists of speaking, writing and acting only through love, not the ego, choosing to respond instead of react, observing our thoughts through conscious observation and non judgment.

Emotional purification includes practicing forgiveness and compassion until there is no more need to forgive, for the Heart is open at all times, and we become pure embodiment of Divine Love. Spiritual purging consists of always seeing things from a higher perspective, reaching towards our Angelic Self and connecting to I AM Presence, with the assistance of invoking the sacred Violet Flame of purification and transmutation, as well as any other rays and energies within the highest Light of One!

When we purify on all the levels, we become a pure vessel for Spirit! Welcome in your New Self … your only true Self!"

"Hurt people hurt people. That’s how pain patterns gets passed on, generation after generation after generation. Break the chain today. Meet anger with sympathy, contempt with compassion, cruelty with kindness. Greet grimaces with smiles. Forgive and forget about finding fault. Love is the weapon of the future."


Yehuda Berg

A Scanner Darkly

What does a scanner see? he asked himself. I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does a passive infrared scanner like they used to use or a cube-type holo-scanner like they use these days, the latest thing, see into me—into us—clearly or darkly? I hope it does, he thought, see clearly, because I can’t any longer these days see into myself. I see only murk.

Murk outside; murk inside. I hope, for everyone’s sake, the scanners do better. Because, he thought, if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I myself do, then we are cursed, cursed again and like we have been continually, and we’ll wind up dead this way, knowing very little and getting that little fragment wrong too. - Philip K Dick

Osho

“Remember one thing always - that there is no cause to be anxious in life, and all causes are just excuses. If you decide not to be anxious, then nothing will make you anxious; there is nothing worth it. Life is such a fleeting phenomenon that is going to disappear one day. Why be bothered too much about it? We are only here for so few days. Just play the game and remain aloof. If one can remain a witness, aloof, distant from things, then anxiety is not possible. Anxiety comes into existence only when we become identified with small things. And they all pass.

Variation of Yohji Yamamoto

I think perfection is ugly. I rather like the scars, distortions, failures, and disorders that reminds me of beauty in the human journey. –Variation of Yohji Yamamoto

Forget-me-nots are my favorite

Pablo Neruda said,

if suddenly you forget me, I want you to

know one thing:

Do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

Now Pablo was a hard man,

             because,

when I wake up from a dream

made of sub-conscience memories

of you & I,

which are like looking at snippets,

little by little of the times,

you forgot how to love me.

I am reminded of how I can never 

leave those precious times behind.

      And,

while Pablo would have probably 

already forgotten you by now,

I still struggle through sleep sometimes.

Because,

I'd rather dream of sub-conscience 
memories of you &I. 

So I can cherish and always

appreciate waking up 
      next to her.

8 Writing Techniques to Win You a Pulitzer

Posted on December 12, 2011 by Joe Bunting

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Today’s guest post is from writer Joe Bunting, who blogs at The Write Practice.

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We all know there are novels and then there are “literary” novels. When you read Margaret Atwood, it just feels different than when you read Tom Clancy. And for some reason, these literary novels are the ones that win all the most prestigious awards like the Pulitzer Prize, the Man Booker Prize, and the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Literary authors are known for their unique voices and experimental styles. You might have learned not to write run-on sentences in school or to avoid beginning a sentence with “and,” but literary writers often seem to flaunt their rule-breaking ways.
This is both good and bad. Literary novels can be difficult to understand, but they can also be beautiful to read, like poetry.
So if you’re salivating to win a Nobel Prize, and just don’t think your diplomacy skills are good enough to win the Peace Prize, here are eight techniques you can use to make your writing more “literary.”

1. Write long sentences.

Long sentences can make for beautiful, complex prose that you want to read again and again to fully appreciate.
Hemingway, Faulkner (both Nobel winners), James Joyce, and all those 1920s modernist authors were known for their long, run-on sentences, full of conjunctions and lacking “correct” punctuation. Contemporary writers, like Cormac McCarthy and Tim O’Brien, do the same. Here’s a quote from O’Brien’s The Things They Carried which illustrates it clearly:

Now and then, however, there were times of panic, when they squealed or wanted to squeal but couldn’t, when they twitched and made moaning sounds and covered their heads and said Dear Jesus and flopped around on the earth and fired their weapons blindly and cringed and sobbed and begged for the noise to stop and went wild and made stupid promises to themselves and to God and to their mothers and fathers, hoping not to die.

Isn’t that beautiful?

2. Write short sentences.

Writing long sentences can get old. If you follow up an extremely long sentence with a short snappy one, you can whip your reader to attention. Notice how Cormac McCarthy does it in Suttree:

One thing. I spoke with bitterness about my life and I said that I would take my own part against the slander of oblivion and against the monstrous facelessness of it and that I would stand a stone in the very void where all would read my name. Of that vanity I recant all.

Try reading it aloud. Notice how that last sentence feels like a gavel, cracking in a loud courtroom?

3. Be lyrical.

Literary writers are interested not just in what their words mean, but in how they sound. The technical term for this is phonoaesthetics, the study of the sound of words and sentences. Like poets, literary writers want their words to melt on their reader’s tongue like rich, dark chocolate. They want their readers to stop and say, “Mmm,” and stare off into the distance contemplating all that is beautiful.
There are a few techniques writers use to make their writing more euphonic, including alliteration, assonance, and consonance, but the best way to develop your “ear” for lyrical writing is to read other lyrical writers very slow. You might pick up some Annie Dillard, William Faulkner, or Virginia Woolf.

4. Make an allusion to the Bible or Moby Dick or Milton.

Literary writers are well read. They realize their writing doesn’t exist in a vacuum, and so they subtly pay homage to the classic writers who have gone before them, which also deepens the meaning of their own work.
To make an allusion, you use an image, character, or even a direct quote from another work of literature. These act as portals, coloring your story with the meanings wrapped up in the work you’re referencing.
Also, it makes those who “get it” feel special.

5. Use an eponym to name your characters.

Another way to use allusion is to name one of your characters after a character in another work. This technique works as a kind of literary pun, and creates an implicit association, a shared relationship, with the character in the other work.

6. Be specific.

Literary writers often study the vocabulary of the subject they’re writing about. They want their writing to be precise. For example, if they’re writing about nature, rather than just talking about the trees, they might describe the tulip poplar, the white oak, the eastern red cedar.
If they’re writing about birds, they might avoid describing them as the red bird or the blue bird, but rather the kingfisher, the painted bunting, or the yellow-bellied sapsucker.

7. Write a story within a story (or a story within a story within a story).

The story-within-a-story is one of the oldest literary techniques, and it’s a simple way to create rich, multi-layered stories.
It works simply by having one of your characters tell another character a story, and this second story becomes the main story of the novel. Think Arabian Nights, where Scheherazade tells the Sultan story after story and eventually manages to make him fall in love with her.
Or Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew, where the story of Petruchio “wedding and bedding” Katherina is set within another play about a drunk tricked into thinking he’s rich.
Or Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children, where the protagonist writes his memoirs as he narrates them to his mistress.

8. Have a wide scope.

Literary novels tend to have a wide, national or international scope, even if they portray local events. Hemingway, for example, often set his novels within the context of great wars, like World War I or the Spanish Civil War. Fitzgerald’s Great Gatsby is considered a portrait of the “Lost Generation” and the Roaring 20s because of its memorable characters who were caught up in the decade’s debauchery. Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children is about the rise and “fall” of India, from Independence to Indira Gandhi’s injustices.
You may not want to win a Pulitzer, but if you do want to give your writing a touch of literary flair, these techniques are a good place to start. By far, the best way to learn more about these techniques, though, is to read more literary fiction. Here are a few good titles by authors I’ve mentioned:

• For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway
• The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood
• Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy
• Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie
• A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
• Absalom! Absalom! by William Faulkner

S & M

I surmise today that sly slicker is being played here.

I state solemnly, all suits and sways who be slowly

streeting down the walkway. Singing salty pleads to seeds solicitous

hope to slither in my lady’s garden. I state here this Sunday

that all suits and sways who be slowly streeting down the

walkway to sweep those sweaty sacs to the curb when my Satin-Flower

comes swaying. Save the scraps and squalls for some other broads.

Because my Sweet Sapphos will always swelter in splendid spring for me

For she sincerely loves my pussy.

&

This is for those mean mannish macin mavericks that dont know

my mistress’s favorite meals are my mac lips on make-up.

Don’t know that her hum’s are meaning filled memories that grows more

marvelous as we continue to bring moments alive.

They don’t know that minors combined with majors becomes our moans

is just as melodic music more magically than magic

itself to me when muttered. 

Mavericks do not understand, that misgivings doesn’t matter anymore,

only maturity matters.

That and every meticulous minuscule atomic-maelstrom making itself

beyond the moon with her and I, only matters to me. Oh and this magnanimous mouth

sincerely loves tasting her pussy.

Philosophy

The best thing about being a lesbian is girls can’t get you pregnant.

The worst thing about being a lesbian is girls can’t get you pregnant.

I am not beautiful Nature

I am not a gentle breeze on a sun-kissed face,
I am not water-color sunsets nor autumn's harvest moon,

but the rush of darkness that creeps upon the
corner of your eyes after you've drunk too much.

The naked tree limbs & ugly birds that hang on them.
I am a broken window in December and tattered shoes

at the end of February because they have come this far is
astounding, so its hard to imagine wearing anything different.

My skin dances with the shadows under my eye-lids, & mixes
with the light at the corner of my rouge lips. I smile even when

I am weary of people, who wants to make me normal.
Perfect paradoxes & poignant moments are profound

& I apologize for my awkward sadness but not for the storm
that beats in my ribcage. You may get see the flash of lightening

but never will you be close enough to hear the echoing thunder.

AAarrrggghhhhh!!!

I remember,

The summer you stood me up,

for our first date. I will never let you live it down,

but know of the dog-tiredness that crept up past forenoon

made the alarm clock sleep through you.

Must have tied you down to the bed like a pillow to a dream.

I remember being too much like a kite without a string to really mind 

the breeze that carried me to my favorite coffee shop.

A Sunday afternoon

I remember, feeling stupid as a half an hour goes by and I

am waiting on the train to find the time to break the 

daydream. 

finally are you are awake

finally you remember that I am sitting next to you

on the bench in the rain after we feel asleep, and woke up

old Ladies. 

Aphex Twin IZ US

decanting a bottle of wine

                                                      (writing drunk poems)

Misery loves company?

Well my misery dont need any
more company, tonight. 
Not when I have a room filled
with stained-glass wine bottles
that likes to round their full lips of 
seduction and whisper,
'There wont be anymore grief tonight baby
I promise, just reach the bottom.'

Which are bolded Lies, I wasn’t able 
to figure out, until much too late. 
Already too close to the edge to begin
I start to scramble to be -lips to lips-
To fall inside the womanly shaped bottle,
to circle lazy butterfly strokes and swam
in the chaotic point at her center.

I am a maelstrom with two arms to stir me 
careless, because I am only half a star.
Half a moon, tonight.
If misery is for company
than Merlot is for the Nightowls,
Even if we do ended up with a taste of bitter 
grapes bubbling like a cauldron in our stomachs.

Even if I do put my clenched hand
through green window pane when I remember 
grief lies, as I swam alone in the empty glass
looking for an
e s c a p e. 
Or my other star because I am becoming
delirious at how bloody fists
metaphorically looks a lot like bleeding hearts.

theory of sinners

Alcohol and sexual desires are peoples favorite poison.

-unknown

If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.

I live...

For the little world in my head. For the way I don't have any idea what I'm going to do with my life For my lost, but happy soul, for every emotion I feel, for every morning coffee and every sleepless night. For the seasons in my heart, for my fears and everything I want to say, but I can't. For the fire in your eyes and the movement of your fingers and for the ways you slowly complicate my life.