#Literarture

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[his-heart-hymns]

Friedrich nitzsche said:

There are days when I am haunted by a feeling that is blacker than the blackest melancholy. I have a contempt for humanity. I despise the people I have been fated to call my contemporaries. I feel suffocated by their presence.

And shair-e-mashriq(poet of the east) Allama Iqbal wrote:

Duniya ki mehfilo se ukta gaya hu ya rab,

Kya lutf anjuman ka jab dil hi bujh gaya ho.

O Lord, I'm tired of this life,these human gatherings these daily chores. What is the point of having people around when the heart is worn out?

Sometimes I find myself overwhelmed by such a sense of negativity that every aspect of life seems too heavy on me.

[thequietabsolute]

A novel: that is, a realm where moral judgment is suspended.

Suspending moral judgment is not the immorality of the novel; it is its morality. The morality that stands against the ineradicable human habit of judging instantly, ceaselessly, and everyone; of judging before, and in the absence of, understanding. From the viewpoint of the novel's wisdom, that fervid readiness to judge is the most detestable stupidity, the most pernicious evil. Not that the novelist utterly denies that moral judgment is legitimate, but that he refuses it a place in the novel. If you like, you can accuse Panurge of cowardice, accuse Emma Bovary, accuse Rastignac — that's your business; the novelist has nothing to do with it.

��� Milan Kundera, Testaments Betrayed. Faber & Faber, 1993.

from the essay, The Realm Where Moral Judgment is Suspended

[livinginsideabookshelf]

Hey! I'm B!

I am a student who is trying to get my video essay youtube channel off the ground! I'd really appreciate if you would watch my new video, about the Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood. I also post video essays on films, literature and television.

Thanks!

Check the youtube video description for trigger warnings as there are some sensitive topics dicussed in the video.

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Journal Dated 25th Jan 2024

Confession

Recently a pastor came to our house and he prayed and then he told, that I had a relationship with a grandmamma in the village and I felt shocked at his disclosure and to make matters worse, he said my father also has been sleeping with her. I felt aghast, repulsive, repugnant and sad. Whatever he said is actually true

School

I am running a small school, my father’s dream pet. Now it has come to a point where the school is incurring losses. Sometimes we might need to sell it but I have a sentimental value attached to it.

Manuscript

Recently I was having problems to upload material on to my publishing site. I was wondering whether they have deleted my content and then I wrote to them and they said: sorry the site is having repairs and that is why I could not upload material.

Still Life prose

Saw the night’s eye, smiling at me, so serene, tranquil, and so melodious. Saw fairy on wings gallivanting music in the air.

Law of Attraction

I was reading some posts on the law of attraction and to my surprise they were telling that the universe has a language and that is not thought. Then I wondered what the bloody fuck is that language and if the person who made the post was able to manifest why the fuck should he advertise it. Then in another post, I read that it is brain waves that bring the law of attraction into completion. Yes it’s a bloody fucking hoax.

[thequietabsolute]

:: the heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit ✨

Mikhail Abakumov (Russian 1948-2010), Heavenly Souls, Oil on canvas

[3am-taiga]

~ An annoying story ~

A hard fact is accepting a written story. It cannot be changed. Fin has been written and you fight an anticlimactic plot to no avail. An annoying story.

[badbitchesreadbooks]

Star-crossed Lovers

Hey everyone! I know it has been a million years since I posted :( but I wrote a little short story and wanted to share it somewhere, so I thought I would log on and share it here! Feel free to leave any feedback if you read it! :)

I hesitate to say it, only because there have been so many before her and each time it has ended the same. I have felt this way before, I know, about some of the girls in the past. However, this time it has lasted longer. It has been months, and still she has me enraptured. It has been months and yet she has not done anything to disappoint me, or make me hurt, or make me angry.

Yes, I hesitate to say it because whenever I do, things tend to go south. But I have held off thus far, and each and everyday the words hold more and more truth. 

I am in love with this young, beautiful woman. Truly, she is a force to be reckoned with. She is kind, smart, and funny. She is utterly enchanting, so much so that I find myself doing things I know I should not.

My poor dear is a hard working woman. She works rigid and long hours at an old, run down diner ten minutes from her home. It makes me angry how they treat her there, truly. She often comes homes complaining and upset about her coworkers or rude customers. They take her for granted; she works hard and still she is treated like nothing more than muck on the floor.

She is used and abused there. She comes home is the late hours of the night, exhausted and hungry. I hate to see her so melancholy, so if I know somethings need to be done around her apartment during her shift, like the trash needing to be taken out or the dishwasher was not started, I will do those small tasks for her. Furthermore, if I know she is running low on one of her favorite frozen foods, such as chicken nuggets or toaster strudels, I’ll run to the store so as to restock her freezer so she has an easy dinner for when she returns home to me. She never questions how the food appears in her fridge; she seems to always be grateful for me doing these things for her.

Our personalities work wonderfully together as well as she is sociable and friendly and I tend to stick to the shadows. So she helps to keep me social, as she often has her friends over. I do not like having people over as much, I enjoy my time with only her, but I know she must love me as much as I love her, so I do not say anything about it. I always remind myself we will have our time together after they leave, as having them over makes my dear so happy and joyful.

My only issue with her sociability started when she started inviting a male over along with her other friends. 

It makes me extremely uncomfortable, which I do not believe to be too unreasonable. I trust her, I do, she is different from the other girls. But I do not want this to end like it usually does. 

Since he has started coming around, I have had to remind myself many times that it is okay: we are two people in love. We have been together for months, and she is too kind to hurt me in such a way.

But when he touches her in anyway, a brush on the arm, a pat on the back, it makes me furious. When he makes her laugh, when he looks at her a little too long, oh how it makes my blood boil! How it makes my vision turn red!

Does he not know that she is taken? That she is mine? The absolute audacity this male has to yearn for my woman right in front of me!

What hurts me more, what angers me most, is the response my dear, sweet Elaine has. I did not want to accept it at first. I disseuded myself that she was responding in anything but a negative way. Surely she was just trying to get my own attention? Surely she was trying to make me jealous?

But no. She seems to genuinely enjoy his efforts. Whether it be a light blush on the cheeks or a small, cheeky smile. The love of my life is swooning after another man.

I cannot fathom what I have done to deserve this sort of torture. 

What officially set me over the edge was the day that she invited him, and only him, over. It was just supposed to be a causal thing; this is what she said, at least.

“Nothing weird,” She lied, “we are probably going to order a pizza and watch a movie. Nothing crazy.” Even her close friend saw the dishonesty in this statement. When a male is hounding on a woman the way this guy is, he only wants one thing - and I should know.I am a man, afterall, and I have done the same thing to women I did not want a relationship with.

So I am is absolutely infuriated the night that this male comes over. I watch the two as they laugh and talk. As they eat their pizza and watch their movies. As he places an arm on the back of the couch and she scoots towards him. As they cuddle quietly and, God help me, as he finally leans in and places a soft, gentle kiss on my dear’s lips. And as my dear, sweet woman reciprocates.

All right in front of me.

Oh how my trust has been betrayed over and over again!  I am no longer able to take it! How is this the path my sweet Elaine has chosen?

 She was different! We were in love! We were two souls intertwined by fate!

Always! It is always the same! No female in my life has showed me the same passion and care that I show, and I am sick and tired! 

It always and will always end the exact same way!

So, that night he does what he always does when his relationships go south. He gives them when they give him. He gives them exactly what they deserve!

In the early hours of the morning, he crawls up the side of the wall, towards the air vent that connects right towards his ex lover’s living room. He slowly and quietly steps down onto her couch and creeps his way towards her bedroom. He pushes open her door.

Oh, how beautiful she looks when she sleeps. So peaceful and calm. Heis not able to do this without saying goodbye.

He stalks towards her bed. Gets one last good look at her lovely brown hair, at her long, delicate eyelashes. He takes her hand in his, his eyes beginning to water.

How could she do this to me? How is this gorgeous angel caple of so much pain?

He knows he should not, but he cannot help himself. He puts a hand roughly over her mouth, and it jerks her awake. As her eyes catches sight of him, they widen in pure terror.

“How could you, sweetheart?” He asks in a watery voice. She trys to talk, but his hand is firm, and her voice is nothing more than a muffled sound.

“How could you do this to me? Do you know how much I hurt?” She is trying to scream now, and he pushes his hand down harder. It makes her wince.

“I hurts me to hurt you, my darling,” he cries, grabbing her other hand as she begins to start scratching and slapping, “but you did not bat an eyelash when you hurt me.” He sits on her legs to keep her from kicking, and leans down close to her face. A few of his tears drips onto her cheeks.

“If I let you go, do you promise not to scream, sweetheart? Do you promise not to yell?” This makes her pause, and he sees her think. Slowly, she nods. This only makes him angry. 

“You are a liar, Elaine,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “You are a flithy liar!” He repeats, and she shakes her head. Her wide, terrified eyes lock onto his.

“You are. You pretended to love and care about me, but you do not. You used me. And I thought you were different. Months, Elaine,” he says, desperately, “we have been in love for months, and this is how you treat me now? WE WERE IN LOVE!” He sobs, “I cannot do this anymore, sweetheart. Do you see what you have driven me to? Do you think I am going to enjoy hurting you like have hurt me? Do you see what you have caused?” She starts shaking her head violently as he tucks her hand firmly under his own leg. He slides his hand into his pocket to receive the knife he had tucked away earlier that night.

“We could have been so happy, my sweet Elaine,” he cries, and her eyes start to water too as she see the knife and fully understands the consequences of her actions.

"Oh, Gracious Father, your Holy Word tells us that our times are in your hands,” he starts. He personally is not a religious man, but he thinks his ex sweetheart will appreciate the words.  “Hear my prayers for my dear and beloved Elaine as she faces the end of her earhly life,” she is crying fully now, his hand wet and salty from her tears. He wished he had turned on the light. He wants to see her clearly, “Comfort us both with your gracious promises and forgive us both for all of our sins. Move into our hearts.” He can barley get the words out with his own tears making his voice wobbly, but he powers throught. He moves his knife towards Elaine’s throat, and she tries to scream. She is thrashing around, and he wishes she would allow herself to die with grace.  “We make you our  Lord and our Savior. We thank you for your most selfless sacrifiace, and we accept your gift of eternal salvation.” He presses down on the knife. It takes a little force, but it is easy work.

“I loved you, Elaine,” he whispers. He leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead, and finally puts all his force onto the knife.

“Amen.”

[canadachronicles]

"Folk ask if I'm alive, Most think I'm not; Yet gaily I contrive To till my plot. The world its way can go, I little heed, So long as I can grow The grub I need. For though long overdue, The years to me, Have taught a lesson true, --Humility. Such better men than I I've seen pass on; Their pay-off when they die; --Oblivion. And so I mock at fame, With books unread; No monument I claim When I am dead; Contented as I see My cottage thatch That my last goal should be --A cabbage patch."

--A Cabbage Patch, Robert William Service.

(A thing to remember when the weather is chill wind and rain, and you'd much rather stay inside, but you must plant potatoes and sow turnips in the Kitchen Garden!)

[pafflax]

Switch Blade.

// Trigger warnings!! Implied self mutilation, mention of suicide, self harm and more mentions of harmful behaviour that represents self harm.\\

• Read at your own risk!

And therfore, I inevitably sit in the firm light of the street lamp; holding a switch blade to my heart as I gently trace the small portion of flesh underneath my skin in which my rib cages almost meet. I sit and stare quietly, I look at the light, at my blanket.. the blade.And I sit with it in silence, I sit with it just like I've sat down and watched the snow slowly fall from our one and only eternal sky. oh how deeply I wish to allow it to cut through my tender skin, to drown in a pool of my own blood as I stab myself in the heart with my own knife. Perhaps If I would've pushed it down on the spot in which my heart rests underneath, I would've been proud to be the one taking my life away, instead of letting you steal it from me once more.

[lp5editora]

PRESENTACIÓN EN SANTIAGO DEL LIBRO “FE” DE BRUNO PÓLACK, ANDESGRAUND EDICIONES

Andesgraund Ediciones, tiene el gusto de invitar a todas y todos al lanzamiento en Santiago del libro “fe”, del destacado poeta, ensayista y artista plástico Bruno Pólack (Perú), publicación que será presentada por Christian Aedo (escritor y editor) y Gladys Mendía (escritora y editora), además contaremos con la intervención artística de Leonsky, artista visual. En menos de una semana y como algo inédito, será el segundo libro que presentaremos, durante el mes de agosto.

El evento, se realizará el martes 29 de agosto a las 19:30 horas, en dependencias de la Sociedad de Escritores de Chile (SECH), Almirante Simpson 7, Metro Baquedano.

Todas y todos invitados, para mayor información del evento, publicación y del autor, escribir a andesgraundediciones@gmail.com

[practicingtheliberalarts]

https://www.redbranchreview.org/submissions.html

[his-heart-hymns]

You do not yet suffer enough to suit me.

[thequietabsolute]

New book // 31st. Jan. 2024.

Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain

[bloseroseone]

Top 10 Classic Literature Books Everyone Should Read at Least Once

Classic literature withstands the test of time, engaging readers for years. These works do more than merely tell stories; they explore the human condition, question cultural standards, and encourage contemplation. By immersing oneself in the classics, we can connect with universal themes that still resonate today.

1. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen is a timeless classic about love, class, and societal expectations in nineteenth-century England. The tale follows Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy as their initial biases and misunderstandings transform into mutual respect and devotion. The novel, known for its wit, sharp social commentary, and distinctive characters, is still considered a cornerstone of English literature, renowned for its examination of personal growth and the transformational power of love....Continue reading

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Quotes

Picasso freaked out on the body of women.

Reason is the fornication of innocence.

Ecstasy is the fruit of passion.

Patience is a dream lying close to destiny.

The ammunition of the soul is love.

When Adam and Eve sinned God cursed them by saying Adam work hard and till the soil and to Eve he said you will have birth pangs. The Adamite curse is still active and we should ask God to annul it.

Becoming the self is a celebration of life.

It’s better to laugh with tears of joy.

Mind buys reason and feeds on passion.

Ghostaddiction from Ghost and addiction is the liking for Ghosts.

I am opening the door of opportunities with the key of belief.

The self forgets yesterday, lives today and hopes for the future.

For Christianity the serpent is a malefic entity who beguiled Adam and Eve. It’s a curious fact the Serpents are worshipped in India. How can a repulsive creature a bloody reptile be paid homage and devotion?

Flowers are the music of colors.

 The philosopher Judith Butler’s exhortation that gender is a historical and social construct is pleasing to LGBT community but is invalid for the people with straight sex.

Are we condemned to be free as Sartre has said because we are responsible for the choices we make. I am revising Sartre by saying we are privileged to be free.

Looking at astrology, reading the tarot, consulting numerology, divination, séance, sorcery, and witchcraft are all an abomination for God and brings a severe curse on all who indulge in it. These sins are the sins against the blasphemy of the Holy Spirit.

A writer’s institution is himself or herself.

There is no middle way as espoused by Buddhism there is only one, a narrow way and that is Christ who said I am the way, the truth and the life.

The Historicity of Christ is reason and his divinity is belief.

Museaphoria from muse and euphoria is the joyssance of emotion.

The trinity is a divine mystery.

Museocrat from muse and aristocrat is a person who is creative.

A flower has a lyrical, poetic, metaphoric meaning in language.

In contemporary society women becoming masculine and men are becoming feminine.

Nietzsche’s will to power is to optimize language and secure a stable, prosperous, and happy meaning.

Its passion and not effort to do something you like and mine is writing.

Gandhi the father of Indian independence is an idiom for nonviolence.

A celebrity waving her hands and smiling like chocolate has no affection or regard for the audience but is a person who is promoting herself as an icon.

Kundalini is crazy and crappy. How can in meditation raise a serpent coiled in the pubis to the forehead. It is a devilish and fiendish act.

I am manifesting a Rothschild into my bank account.

India is famous for its naked pot smoking fakirs and why can’t the government make it legally available to all. Democratize pot. I love the Ginsberg held placard: Pot is Fun.

The heart has many stories to tell.

Sex is the surrender of bodies to passion.

The ego is vulnerable in intimacy.

Embrace uncertainty with optimism.

Celebrate life: celebrate meaning.

Victory is round the corner.

The ones whom I have loved have hurt me the most.

Sex is the music of ecstasy.