Shattered hope became my guide and grief and pain my friends a brother pact in blood-ink penned declared my silent end Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone. In Flames, Moonshield (The Jester Race) Liner notes introduction: As a servant of light and defender of life, I’m proud to invite you all to the furthest horizons to fight united against astral chaos, the primordial enemy of the planetary wisdom.
a la Edmund Husserl, The Phenomenology of Internal Time-consciousness (1964) >Not merely a continuous stream, our experiences of the possibilities of the near future and the certainties of the immediate past exist simultaneously with the experienced events of the hair’s present…. The halo of possibilities that constantly lurk before us in the future are referred to as protentions, and experiences that have just passed through the now-point are referred to as retentions.
Unphotographable: The Candidate’s Toes A neat blog with weekly(ish) posts, each describing a brief moment in time as if it had been photographed… Great to use as prompts or something for exercises, or even just to get ideas flowing.
In each of these locations we install a [murmur] sign with a telephone number on it that anyone can call with a mobile phone to listen to that story while standing in that exact spot, and engaging in the physical experience of being right where the story takes place…. We know about the skyscrapers, sports stadiums and landmarks, but [murmur] looks for the intimate, neighbourhood-level voices that tell the day-to-day stories that make up a city.
In the second paragraph, he writes about his 8 year old son scaling a Colorado rock face (though he qualifies it with “I think” which is a nice touch): We look up and Kevin never looks down…. None of this is really explicitly wrong (of course, I don’t actually know what it’s like for Kevin, but I assume this is a more general take on AD/HD.
In fact, it doesn’t seem all that clear that Berger knows any more about his reasons for holding on to this scrap than he did at first.
…The entire fantasy world that the narrator has conjured up is summarily torn down, revealing that the very desert that so amazingly preserved his snapshot, is less and less able to keep what we throw away …
Personally, this quote seems to be getting at a truth that many other writers have also quoted; that is, that writing is not the destination, or the final truth, it is a means of drilling through the layers of bullshit and all that, to get at what we really want to say, but don’t know it. The image of the author, standing on the surface of his own frozen sea, hacking away furiously, at times maniacally, is actually pretty hilarious.
I know full well the fight song of parents of children with disabilities: My kid’s just like yours…. If he were to disappear tomorrow, I would have no right to fuss, no ground to stand on as I petitioned the Universe.
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So, for all the stuff I wrote while blogging from Mongolia visit: Chinggis Khaan Moves to the City
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Sunday, April 9, 2006
12:00 p.m.
Our Lady of Guadalupe Church
710 S. Sultana Ave., Ontario, CA 91761
Louise Corales, whose 14 year-old son, Anthony
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