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It can happen here : fashism

LEA — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 22:04:59 GMT

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Copywrite

... — Tue, 09 Aug 2005 05:31:07 GMT

HI
I want to have a website with my poetry, art and music on it, but I dont know how to protect my material. I have heard that simply putting the Copywrite sign next to it is enough protection. Is this true for all media--writing, music and art?
Any expert advice is MUCH appreciated!

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become a part of "bAbeL - art project"

seipone — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 16:21:01 GMT

Dear brothers and sisters,

i study art therapy in Germany and work on the arty part of my diploma at the moment - and i invite you to support my work “ babel“!
Babel is about the try to cancel the moment of disintegration, it is about identity, community,structure and the basic needs of human beings and it is about you as well, when you join this project;
Please send me one article of your clothing, which you don`t need
anymore (it doesn`t matter if there is a mark on it, a cut in it, the
zipper is not working anymore etc.) and a word (in your language, a
word, which you like, which you don`t like, which you use often or
never, it can be a name, too) to this adress :

Sandra Becker
Hunscheidtstraße 162
44789 Bochum
Germany

in case you like to send me more material - like little messages,
infomation about you, your life, your country,the article of clothing
( maybe there is a story about it - you never liked to wear it, it was
a gift, you wore it in an important moment) - i will be pleased about
it.
my plan is to put all together in a new way - so that there will be one dress and one poem at the end for one performance/ film/installation, but it is not clear how it will be exactly - at least the most important thing depends on you. maybe the dress and the poem will go on a journey again, maybe they will come back to you, maybe you get a message from them, maybe you won´t see them again, maybe....the ideas become more and more with every package i get from you what ever will happen - i let you know. and be sure; whenever you give something - you get something.
the artwork will be shown at the diploma exhibition of the FH Ottersberg (Germany) on march 21th 2008.
you will find a documentation on my tribe-blog.

i hope that it will be possible to support me,
looking forward to get a message from you,

Become a part of babel !
sandruschka

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Writing Workshop Group

Sun, 02 Jan 2005 01:27:25 GMT

I would like to meet with some other SF writers on a regular basis (every other week or once a month) to edit their work/give feedback and have my own writing edited/receive feedback. I'm writing my first novel, and I also write poetry. Anyone interested? This would be an in-person kind of thing, not online. :-)

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Gigslist - ShowBiz News, jobs, auditions, tips, resumes and resources.

deborahpaulino — Sat, 24 Mar 2007 22:07:47 GMT

Gigslist - ShowBiz News, jobs, auditions, tips, resumes and resources.

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untitled

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 14:37:48 GMT

"He died from a terminal case of himself..."

The coroner's report didn't say that he 'thought himself to death'. He had an idea is all. Just one. It exited his skull and painted his thoughts across the ceiling and wall of his stuffy apartment.

"SCARRED BUT SMARTER" was smeared on the bathroom mirror with blood from his broken knuckles. The note on the table just said "Scarred".

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NO ONE READS POETRY

Ben — Mon, 17 Jul 2006 00:38:02 GMT

My new poetry book, THE RED BOOK (ISBN 1842941801) came out (!) a few weeks ago, and obviously I'm trying to spread the word as much as humanly possible...

ALSO - I've just found out that it is now number one on Amazon UK's 'Hot Books' poetry chart... How happy am I !

...sorry to blow my own trumpet (so to speak!) in this way - but in this game no one's gonna do it for me!!

I hope you'll all check it out...

Ben x

NO ONE READS POETRY
http://www.benbarton.co.uk

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nada

Sat, 27 May 2006 17:18:09 GMT

sarcastic, sexy, and sad

she's the kind of girl i swore off years ago
and can't get enough of since

shiney eyes and slow smile hiding a head full of gunpowder

hair like spilled tequila
and a body that whispers "you can't have me"

when i can

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new guy, need help on manuscript for a comic

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 04:52:41 GMT

not sure how these deals work. I just moved 300 miles away from the sticks (which I now sorely miss) and don't know anyone in the Sacramento area to have a drink with, let alone assist me with my writing. anyway, I need some help with a comic that I'm in the middle of writing and could really use some feedback as well as ideas. thats really about all.

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short story: "Half Life" (id love your feedback)

kevin — Wed, 26 Jul 2006 08:47:04 GMT

Half Life
by k. paul dümler

_____

“...being done here, but you alone are not enough to leave this place…” a sinuous murmuring surfaces.

Whispers in the darkness, like voices from a feverish delirium that brings no meaning yet cannot be ignored. She finds herself suddenly aware of her weightlessness and fluidity, her body unstable and fluctuating softly. She can feel herself moving very fast but in no particular direction. And not as if her body is moving as a whole, but as if every part and molecule is traveling as its own vessel, silently shooting into the blackness that enfolds her. Yet peace surrounds her; becomes her. The sounds of her world muffled and fading rapidly as if gaining great distance. She cannot feel her body, cannot see anything, cannot hear anything, just transcending in total silence.
Suddenly, she can see herself now, as if rematerializing. Strands of brown hair appearing in front of her eyes, her faded blue hospital gown tied loosely around her naked body. She feels herself become still. Her thoughts return to her, and she stands with full consciousness as if becoming lucid in her own mind. Awed, she looks about her.
Surrounding her is a large black space; she notices no walls or floors, and no boundaries or even depth of any sort. She cannot feel her feet on any type of solid ground, yet her body is firmly secured just as if there were a floor. There is no temperature, no winds, no echoes from her breath, no visible source of light; just space.

The wonderment starts to fade out. Anxiety begins to creep in.

Almost unnoticed, she becomes aware again of hushed and muffled noises quietly echoing in indistinguishable distances around her. She looks above her and catches transparent glimpses of a yellowish-beige light off in the far distance, swirling and waving variably. Squinting, the young woman tries to focus on the fading apparition, slightly raising her foot arches off of the solid black nothingness. The more she focused on the light in the void, the more she recognized it as a familiar image. She focuses more, and the image becomes even clearer to her. From the swirling light emerged the image of a middle-aged male doctor, perhaps a surgeon maybe, looking off to the side and moving his mouth as if speaking. The low muffled speaking sounds echoed lightly through the darkness above. And the image again became indistinguishable, dissolving into the black nothing.

Where am I…? She asks within her mind.

“There is one way to explain what is…” the sinuous murmuring returns from close behind.

She shrieks as her heart jumps, interrupting the sudden intrusion of voice, and spins to the direction of the resonance.
Within the darkness came a man. His wide bulging eyes stared intensely into hers, and a strange grim expression was firmly crossed upon his pale face. The man appeared to be of younger age, although a bit older than she was, yet he was completely bald of hair. She was not aware at this point of the fact that the strange man was half-enveloped in the darkness, as if he was a floating torso amidst shade unknown. Her heart thumped harshly and her breathing deepened as she stood there, frozen, eyes stunned, waiting for a sign of intent by the man. But he was ever so still, hovering statically, staring into her eyes without falter.

Then his mouth parted to speak; “Well?” he voiced, echoing softly through the darkness, and continued to stare at her.

Satisfaction did not touch her enough to make the next move. He had asked a question, and it was one that she already held in queue. She stood there, perplexed, waiting again for more.

“And,” he spoke again, “if you say nothing, nothing is what you will get. It is… your time we’re on here.” His voice was slithery and hoarse, and held trite masculinity.

“Who are you?” she blurted finally like a frightened child, and her voice seemed to carry in all directions, yet without echo.

“This realm withers almost before it even begins.” He hissed slowly. “It’s a blink of life, after it stops, and before it proceeds again. A place of limbo in which those who are not ready to leave, wallow in their sad disposition. A… window, between the physical realm of consciousness, and the emergence into the spiritual realm. And this blink only exists within a split-second in time, but to you, it could seem like an eternity. This place… is where your mind finds itself now, Allison.”

She steps back in fear, and an eerie smirk crossed the pale face of the man.

“To answer your second question,” he went on with utmost confidence. “I… am an entity within you, created by you and to serve you in whatever purpose you had chosen when you called upon me. I was spawned from your will, and using energies from sources around you, and from sources that you have not yet experienced. I am part you, and part from the fabric of the universe that surrounds you.”

His unblinking eyes stared frigidly into hers, and then slowly his head cocked inquisitively to the side.

“Now if I may pose a question to you,” he said, and an uncomfortable anticipation bubbled inside Allison as she listened. “What can I do for you? Time is not on our side.”

“Impossible!” Snapped Allison as she backed further away from the Entity, lips quivering. “I’m dreaming! This isn’t real, I’m dreaming!”

“Then wake yourself!” Replied the Entity, harshly. “Go ahead and …wake up.”

Allison stood there at the verge of tears, trembling and breathing deeply. She backed away further from the Entity, and the shadows of the darkness filled in the creases on his pale face until his eyes disappeared into gaping black holes that nonetheless continued to stare at her.

“You’ll find that no matter how hard you try,” he continued, “you can’t. Because you’re not dreaming, Allison, this is your reality. A reality that, if you do not listen to me and do as I ask, will expire with you in it. Your very existence is at stake, now… do you want my help, or not?”

The truths of his words were uncompromising. Though strange and unthinkable, his explanation was the only reality that could make sense to her. She stood quivering in the darkness as if cold, returning the Entity’s stare to his shadowy eyes, but with severe distrust. The Entity was static amidst the black void, in stance and expression, and with seemingly eternal patience. Allison struggled for a course of action, but the more she thought and reasoned within herself, the more hopeless she became; the Entity was the only source of hope for her.

“What do I do?” she uttered finally, giving in to his offer; and as she spoke, the Entity’s lips moved silently in sync with her words.

He then became much closer, and Allison found him to be right in front of her again. She did not notice movement of any kind; the Entity was just there, as if he had always been there. And she naturally accepted it as reality. He loomed over, glassy eyes unblinking as he stared intensely into her.

“Something wrong has happened.” He spoke gravely. “When you shed your physical body, you, for some reason, managed to get stuck half way between the physical and spiritual planes of your existence. You were ready to leave the physical world behind, but something within you has made the decision to not go any further. Are you aware of why that is, by chance?”

“What? No!” She exclaimed, her anxiety and confusion agitated her. “I don’t even know what’s happening or where I am or what the fuck is going on!” she was on the verge of tears, and spoke to him as if pleading.

“Well then,” his voice slithered, “It’s something deep inside you that is holding you back. I can do what I can to help you, but we must hurry, you are in danger here.”

“I don’t understand… why am I in danger?” Implored Allison.

“Through knowledge of self and inner awareness, you have learned to live outside the flesh.” Replied the Entity. “But you are still trapped within your mind; you, at some level, refuse to expand to the next plane. And like a fish outside of water, this place cannot sustain your life. As your body dies, you will perish inside of it.”

Allison stood there looking up to him like a scared child to a parent, at the foot of his will and completely trusting him to guide her to survival.
Suddenly the muffled noises of before began to resonate around her from all directions. She looked to above and noticed the hazy yellowness returning, although no image was displayed. The Entity also noticed this, and a troubled look of concern fell upon his face.

“Quick!” he said, almost frantic. “We need to leave this place, our time is up here. Follow me.”

Fear paralyzed her; she looked again to the swirling yellow light above as it grew bigger, and the familiar images of the hospital room began to form again. She looked back down to the Entity and watched him float silently away from her, all the while staring at her yet.

“Hurry!” He pleaded as the darkness started to envelop him

Allison looked again to the glowing image as it grew larger and closer, then back to the Entity floating away. Her urgent fear of the strange advancing light caused her to break her paralysis, and she ran with all her strength toward the quickly disappearing Entity until she reached him finally. And she found herself floating with him, deeper into the black void; and the hazy yellow light and hushed noises disappeared slowly into the darkness behind her.

* * * *

Time seemed lost to her. In her awareness, she felt as she had been floating for a lifetime, yet she only noticed a few seconds. Then the feeling of floating stopped suddenly, and Allison looked up to the Entity beside her.

“Where are we?” she asked.

The Entity was then about ten feet in front of her, floating in the darkness, the same eerie expression upon his face and eyes staring wide and unblinking.

“What you knew as your subconscious life.” he rasped. “This is the place where the… anomaly, or whatever it is, can most likely be traced. During your life, your perceptions and experiences flowed in a discreet undertow beneath your ever-so-sensitive awareness… to be rooted and hoarded here, in this part of you. Thus, over time, laying the foundation for your thought process, as the perceivably positive and negative experiences of your life had silently embedded themselves into your psyche and took control of you, sabotaging you. You became a slave to yourself, and now it could very well mean your destruction. So… let’s begin your search here, now.”

Allison looked at him, confused, not quite understanding his meaning and waiting for him to continue. At first she could not comprehend even the concept of his words, but then suddenly, she became aware of a sensation within her mind that seemed very foreign, yet hauntingly familiar. Then her mind steadily grew active with more sensations, and her attention was lured from all angles. She gasped with wonder as the memories of her past emotions drifted into her like a wave of newfound enlightenment. She stood in awe and felt as if being born again, like feeling emotions for the first time and as if she had not felt them in ages. Then the wave of sensations would wash away suddenly as a receding tide, and she became aware only of herself and her mysterious surroundings once more, but only to return once again like a current, filling her mind yet again. And when it flowed out of her again, the weight of the thoughts leaving her pulled her body back slightly, and she could feel those thoughts escaping her mind and traveling backwards to a sudden presence growing behind her. She could feel it calling to her, intoxicating her with her own deep feelings. Slowly, Allison turned her body to confront this presence.
Before her were gathered millions of human faces, stretched out in rows and in all directions like a giant wall, just a few feet in front of her. The faces were expressionless and varied, and held no familiarity to Allison. The eyes and mouths were hollow, resembling extremely lifelike masks, and she could see the blackness of the void beyond it. She felt no fear, the sentient waves had ceased, and she stared to the wall before her, her mind blank.

“Focus now, Allison.” breathed the Entity from behind her, “Focus hard on the question in your mind… find what part of you is keeping you in this place. And then, step into the wall. Do not, whatever you do, do not break concentration.”

Allison stared at the strange faces, floating and impassive, fear and anxiety building inside of her. Her heavy breathing matched her rising emotions inside; she turned to face the Entity.

“How will I know what to do? How will I know how to get out?” She posed, her expression worried and anxious.

“Just do as I said, and you will know, you will know everything you need to do.” Returned the Entity cryptically. “Do not let yourself become overwhelmed, stay very focused, it will be easy for you to be distracted.”

She turns back to the wall of faces, and in her mind began to concentrate and build courage. Then the faces in front of her started to move and contort slowly, their expressions shifting from inert vacuity to freakish guises; mouths moving as to mime words without sound, brows bending, and hollow eye sockets squinting. This disturbing sight did not affect Allison’s concentration, however, as she had achieved an unfaltering state of convergence. And without another thought, she raised her bare foot and simply stepped into the wall.
Inside she could see nothing again, not even her own self, but she could feel everything. Then suddenly she was hit over and over again by millions of emotions and memories of emotions, overwhelming waves that bombarded her with ten times the intensity of the moments before she stepped into this wall. Swirling brightly colored energies shot around her and through her, and the more she was struck, the more amazed she had become at the realization of her seemingly long-lost life. But despite it all, and as she kept her mind concentrated, a growing fear inside her built; fear of this place and of her situation. There was also another element to this fear, and as she became more aware of its mystery, she found that the other emotions and energies around her started to dissipate slowly. She concentrated harder, and among the churning energies surrounding her sight there was a static glowing ribbon of a deep orange. As she focused on it, the strange fear grew and became so intense she could not even recognize the feeling as something she remembered any more. The energies around her and emotions inside her gradually washed away like the receding tide, and the orange light began to expand. The fear. She could feel the orange glow inside her, and the light swelled across her vision and overtook the blackness. Suddenly she could feel herself shaking, slowly at first, and then quickly arose to violent tremors quaking through her. The glowing orange light before her was also shuddering, and then rippled intensely across the surface. She wanted to scream, but no sounds could escape her, and she was shaken harder as the orange light grew brighter and so intense she could barely watch; yet she could not close her eyes. Suddenly the orange light burst into white radiance, the shockwave slamming into Allison, and she could feel herself being tossed away and flung back into the darkness once more.
Floating silently, and in no particular orientation. She stops suddenly, and finds that she could see her body again; arms and legs sprawled out before her. Then she could feel her body, and became aware that she was in a laying down position.
She lied there for a moment, blinking and staring into the darkness, trying to discern once again where she was. Then a heavy breathing arose from a short distance away from where she lied.

“Ahh… interesting.” whispered the hoarse voice of the Entity, seemingly from her right side.

Allison turned her head to the voice’s direction as she sat upright, and saw the Entity in his usual stance among the blackness. He was staring at her with those same intense eyes, but his expression seemed unusual this time.

“It’s funny how your phantom trail of affairs could warp such an immaculate essence… isn’t it now?” spoke the Entity, with a strange tone that she just could not isolate.

“What was it?” she asked, standing up to face him, her body still tingling.

“Here we are, one step closer now.” The Entity replied. “It seems that during your life you had a… a specific experience that inside you imbedded a deep fear of some sort. This fear, whatever it is, is the reason why your awareness has… rejected the knowledge necessary for spiritual maturity over the course of what… sadly transitory years you had in your physical body.”

Allison waited for more, but the Entity just stared at her with his thin lips pursed.

“I don’t understand… ah I…” she stuttered, frustrated, “What deep fear? And I never rejected any knowledge!”

“Time in the physical world is only the beginning.” The Entity replied. “You were, in all reality, in your infancy. Your flesh nourishing you until you were ready to live beyond your body and expand your undeveloped consciousness to a new height. Unfortunately, most are forced to shed their… outer shell before they’re ready, and do not preserve the awareness of self needed to be conscious outside of the body. So when the body dies, those who are oblivious… unconsciously choose to die with it, because they are so attached to their flesh. Once one comes to realization and their ego becomes detached from the body, they have learned that they not only exist… but thrive outside the body. For they learn through self-awareness that the body is only the beginning of life, an egg that harbors and protects their immatured self until they’re ready.”

“And is that where I am?” asked Allison, trying to grasp the Entity’s outlandish sermons. “I… I’m not dead? And I’ve learned to live outside of my body?”

“You have come close to this realization I just spoke of,” he replied “but the fearful grip of… certain parts of your consciousness… is holding you here, in this half-way point. For this fear, that has been created to supposedly keep you safe, is now a self-sustaining energy cycle within you, and is holding you in its clutch for dear survival. Fear is one of the most powerful emotions a being can possess, and only when you can detach yourself from fear is when you stop letting it control you. It clings to you, and you are clinging to it.”

The Entity was then a few feet in front of her, looming over her with his presence.

“You have become closer to discovering the purpose of your time here,” he said, “but it is not enough to leave this place.”

“Well what can we do?” asked Allison.

From out of the darkness, the Entity stretched out his hand and motioned toward him with his fingers, floating slowly backwards into the blackness.

“Come with me now, Allison,” he spoke, “and I will show you.”

Trepidation still in her heart, Allison takes a step forward. Then she could feel the black space around her move again, under her feet and all around her. She then became aware of soft ribbons of light materializing in great arcs above her, churning slowly in rotation around her position.

“There are five levels of consciousness that all harmonize together to ultimately create… who you are.” He spoke hoarsely, and as he did, his glassy eyes grew wider and peered deeper into hers.

Allison was filled with an unknown apprehension, and took a step back in fear, staring hauntingly at her deviant companion. The space around her continued to move forward, however, and the luminescent ribbons surrounding her began to grow in number and brightness. The lights swirled about until they formed what seemed like a large tunnel, surrounding her on sides, and the end reaching deep into the black depths of this strange realm. And the Entity stood facing her, still half enveloped in darkness, staring as the tunnel grew larger and traveled faster into the oblivion.

“All have their own properties, and degrees of awareness and purpose… that all come together as one… as you. We have just experienced one of those levels…” as the Entity spoke, his pale face grew shadowy amid the increasing intensity of the churning tunnel surrounding them, but his eyes still glowed and seemingly intensified as his face grew dimmer. “…and in that discovered a living force that’s sole purpose is to anchor your consciousness in this dying place of darkness.”

The swirling tunnel then took on images within its walls, flashing for a split moment before disintegrating into pieces that merged like water with the other twisting strips of light. The tunnel slowly grew more intense and churned faster.

“In order to abolish this fear,” the Entity went on as his face grew darker and his eyes brighter and more severe, “you must first be fully aware of it… fully understand it.”

A sudden flash of the gruesome image of a bloody hand flared in the side of the tunnel, and the Entity’s glowing eyes burned into hers as the rest of him grew so dim it was like a silhouette.

“So now we journey to the place of conscious experiences and memories,” more images flashed on all sides around them; visions of people smiling and crying, rooms with chairs and large paintings, a sleeping dog, a shoe floating in a dirty swimming pool. “so that you can find the event… or collection of events that has caused this debilitating fear inside you.”

The Entity was now completely lost within the blackness, just a set of glowing eyes gaping widely at her. The tunnel of light spun intensely like a tornado around her, and the strange images coursed randomly around with it. Sudden white flashes blinded her vision momentarily, and one by one the ribbons of multi-colored light broke from the tunnel walls and flung wildly off into the void like paper in a ferocious wind. Gradually, as the ribbons of light tore from the channel, the spinning slowed to a sluggish halt, and the rest of the ribbons flew away and dissipated into the darkness. Feelings of movement stopped, and Allison found herself once again surrounded by emptiness, and felt as if the strange experience with the tunnel had been just a dream.
The Entity’s shadowy form blended perfectly with the twilight, and seemed to be nothing more than two floating eyeballs staring blankly and silently at her. To her right, she noticed something in her peripheral vision. Upon turning, she beheld a pale gray wall next to her with a large and obscure painting hung up at eye level. The painting seemed vague and blurred, and she found it impossible to focus on any specific part of it. She then became aware that the wall stretched endlessly before her into the darkness, and in either direction, all the while lined with more strange paintings as far as she could see. Among the distortion of her peripheral vision to the left, she noticed more ambiguous scenery, seemingly an outdoor setting. But upon turning to face it, the scene blended into nothing more than an empty wooden desk with large marble pillars lined in front of it; all floating statically amidst the black emptiness. Suddenly all around her she became perceptive of random scenery in her peripheral vision, and as interest inclined her to turn her head, what she thought she would see would blend again into something completely different, or even nothing at all.
Wonder filled her heart as she witnessed these faint memories from her past. Each object and each piece of scenery struck her differently, but all had seemed so lost and forgotten to her. Faces, pictures, rooms, clothing, cars, random objects, so familiar and so desired yet she could place none of it. She became aware that she did actually know nothing of her life, and tears swelled in her eyes as her frustration engorged within.

“What’s happening?” She nearly sobbed as she pleaded to the Entity, but as she turned to face him, he was gone.

She spun frantically in all directions, but there was no sign of him, just fluctuating scenery and random objects.

“Hello…?” she begged the darkness, but there was no answer. “Help me!” she screamed into the void, and there was no return but her own suffering voice echoing back to her.

Crying now, Allison staggers forward in search of the Entity or anything else that could give her comfort. She walked on empty ground, the wall to her right stretching endlessly before her, and the row of pillars to her left morphing into indecipherable imagery as each pillar passed into her peripheral vision.
She was overwhelmed. A maze of anonymity forms around her as she marches through her enigmatic memories, even the empty ground below her would arbitrarily fade and morph into seemingly tangible surfaces from grass to concrete to stained wood. Her panic was on a steady increase as she roamed from one broken scene to the next, searching desperately for any means of solace.
Almost unaware, a low and muffled murmuring gradually arose from all around her, and the empty spaces in between her surroundings were filled with assorted whispering voices, from high pitch to deep vibrations. Panic and fear dominated her mind state as her movements became more frantic and impulsive. She sought desperately for resolution, her heart cried out for reprieve.

And she needed it to happen right now.

Among her scurrying, she notices something in the corner of her eye and stops suddenly. Upon looking, she saw a piece of someone’s bedroom, just a quartered portion of it, floating still among blackness. A faint smile touched Allison’s lips, and in a short moment her panicking discomfort seemed lifetimes away.
The room is bright from the glimmering rays of the sun shining through glowing white curtains, and the drapes cracked in the middle to reveal a glimpse of green bushes under peaceful blue skies. Her bed lay in the center of the room against the far wall; its unkempt white comforter on top is littered with clothes and random beauty care objects. Above the bed hung a large framed photograph of an old and beautiful tree, presumably from the Orient, which stretches almost across the width wall and is centered. To the right of the bed is a nightstand with a lamp, and even farther to the right is a makeshift vanity set with an oval mirror lined with photographs and stickers.
A cool breeze brushes across her face, and simple thoughts come in and out of her mind as she stands idly on top of wrinkled pieces of clothing on her carpet. A slightly puzzled look crosses her face as she tries to remember where she was walking to. Then she notices something on the nightstand that catches her attention. She walks over to the nightstand, picks up an open bottle of pink nail polish, and calmly examines it. The top is off and there is fresh polish spilled on the side of the bottle under her fingers. Immediately she puts the bottle back on the nightstand, wipes her fingers clean on her gray sweatpants, and then sits down on the bed to finish her toenails. She folds her leg in front of her and studies her partially painted nails, suddenly there is a knock at the bedroom door and Allison calmly turns her head.
Standing at the door is Matt, stylish brown hair, pale green eyes, handsome, and dressed in his work uniform with his tie loosened around his neck and long white apron hung over his shoulder. He is standing in the doorframe, looking at her casually.

“So I’m going to work baby.” He says to her. “Leave a message on my phone when you know where you’re gonna be tonight okay?”

Allison just stares at him affectionately, and in her head thinks how happy she is to see him; although they have spent nearly the entire day together, at this moment she feels she had not seen him in ages. After a second, she gets up, walks over to him, and wraps her arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes with complete satisfaction. She feels the warmth of his body against hers, and can smell the mild scent of his aftershave. A slightly discomfited smile crosses Matt’s face as he looks at her.

“What’s up…?” he asks, lightly perplexed, but mostly just as satisfied as she.

“Nothin’…” Allison replies, tenderly gazing up and down his face. “Just glad you’re here. I’ll miss you while you’re working.”

Something then catches her eye. Beyond his face, inside her bathroom. She looks directly, and notices everything in the bathroom seems to be normal. Except for the mirror. The mirror above the sink is black, and has a seemingly abysmal depth to it. A strange feeling creeps up the back of her neck, and an uncomfortable tension rises inside her. Matt says something to her, but she does not hear it. A feeling of familiarity comes to her now, and a thought flashes in her head that she might be dreaming. Then, out of the darkness in the mirror, a pair of lone eyes emerge, staring directly at her… into her. Fear strikes her then; and she can feel it tingling in her skin as sweat forms on her brow and her breathing becomes short and rapid. As she focuses more on the strange floating eyes, she notices a grim and pale face surrounding the eyes, and now she is aware of a full face of a man staring at her. She gasps as her heart jumps and she grips her boyfriend’s shirt tightly. Strong feelings tug at her concentration, and she fights fiercely within to suffocate them. The pale grim face in the mirror is glaring at her freakishly and with all intensity. Fear and adrenaline flood into her, her heart pounds against her chest, and she starts trembling uncontrollably with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I’m dreaming! Oh my God I’m dreaming please!” her frantic thoughts echo through her mind.

The face in the mirror suddenly parts his lips, and mouths a single word from which there came no sound. In the next moment Allison notices certain areas in her vision changing and blending into other images and objects. She then was aware of a very loud and deep breathing, all around her.

“Allison!” a sudden burst of voice comes rumbling around her.

She screams as her surroundings are abruptly torn from the comfortable embrace of her mind and blended in with other random objects and empty black space. She watches in horror as her environment falls apart, fading into oblivion. Haunting feelings came to her like a lost nightmare, and she found herself fully aware of those very feelings she fought to rid moments ago. The blackness of the mirror seems to grow, and as it does it morphs and fuses with the setting around her, slowly and caustically it eating away at everything she saw.
And then there was nothing left around her but empty black space. She stood again on empty ground among the strange void, her blue hospital gown tied around her, and the Entity about ten feet in front, half enveloped in darkness and glassy eyes staring at her.

“I’m not doing this to you, Allison!” The Entity hissed at her sternly. “There is no escape from this plane lest you follow the rules!”

But Allison could barely hear his voice in her head. She had been shaken too harshly, ripped from absolute comfort like a baby from the womb. Sweat glistened over her continually paling face, her heart raced and pounded against her chest, her shock continued to grow and transform into panicking distress. Slowly she backed away from the menacing presence of the Entity, trembling, and forcing herself not to accept this reality around her.

“Now see what you’ve done to yourself?” The Entity resumes his characteristic poise. “Look at the danger you’ve put yourself in by consuming yourself with a delusional reality that could have very well cost you what little time you have here.”

He peers at her more analytically, and slowly floats toward her.

“Tell me, must we start over now?” His voice slithered as his eyes burned into hers. “Have you become so reattached to your dead world that all you have learned up until now means nothing?”

Allison suddenly takes off running in the opposite direction, leaving the Entity still floating behind her and in mid-speech. She runs hard and fast into oblivion, but toward divided purpose, her mind scattered and flying in all directions. As she flees, odd surroundings sprout around her, taunting her attention from all angles. Faster she ran through the oblivion as her surroundings morphed and blended into enormous tunnels of strange light, broken and floating within the darkness. Her thought process raced from one track to another, and as it did, her settings changed to different and more confusing arcs of surrounding imagery, kaleidoscopically morphing into broken realms of physical defiance and abnormality.

“Do not forget the importance of your time in this place!” The voice of the ever-present Entity came rolling in like thunder around her. “Getting lost in the comfort zone of your past reality is the most dangerous decision you can make here.”

“Haven’t I done enough?” Allison cried in reply as she ran with tears flowing down her face. “Why won’t you just let me leave?!”

“Only you can make the decision to leave.” His voice resonated around her. “But as you don’t know how to make that decision, another part of you is making the decision to stay. The more involved you become in the illusion of your egotistically attached consciousness, the more lost you will become. I know this place far better than you Allison, I can show you the way!”

She refused to listen to him, and held the firm belief that she could find her own way out of this hell. As her surroundings changed around her, she suddenly found that at her feet there grew glowing purple bumps that sprouted all around her until she found herself in an entire field of these strange emerging bubbles. She jumped frantically over and around these obstacles, tripping and scrambling through the now endless “meadow”.

“Stop it! Stop you motherfucker!” She squealed as her frustration came to a point of anger.

Echoes of laughter came from the Entity. “Don’t blame me for the inconveniences you create for yourself,” he spoke, “don’t forget, Allison, this place is a construct of your mind, not mine.”

But Allison ignored him still, and continued to scurry through the bubble field. Soon however, the field faded into random fluctuating imagery, and she was able to move more freely again.

“It is your mind that traps you, takes you, and buries you here.” The Entity’s voice echoed as Allison continued her fleeing attempt; then his voice became harsher. “For all through your life you ran, like you’re running now. Hiding and running from any moment or event that could mean change in your life. And now your life is over! And still you run, even though it was your running away that keeps you here now. You had your last chance to change things, Allison, with your flesh torn open and laying paralyzed on the asphalt, thinking to yourself how this could have happened, the things you could have done differently… should have done differently… No! You chose this plane of present existence! You needed more time to “think”! You gave yourself a false opportunity to hopefully change what you knew could not be changed! But your fear got the better of you, didn’t it? And the harder you run, little girl, the more control your fear has over you, until it suffocates you, and eventually kills you. You know this, but then again you knew a lot of things you knew were right, and still you ignored them because it simply was not convenient. So how does it feel, now? How does it feel to have your own hand clasped around your throat?”

Teeth clenched and eyes wild with panic, she could only run faster into the alien stretches of the realm surrounding her. Then her environment was suddenly completely empty again, hushed of sound and entirely devoid of imagery. Yet still she sprinted along.

“Stop!” The voice of the Entity barked suddenly. “Stop now! There’s something important here…”

This time Allison did listen, for the Entity’s voice came suddenly as a voice of reason.
Her running legs slowed to a stop, and she stood surrounded by empty darkness. She noticed, however, that though she was standing still, the area around her still seemed to be moving slowly, and could feel its movement against her skin and under her feet. She took a moment to regain her composure, then a unique feeling of serenity came over her, and she felt as though what had just happened a minute ago was nothing more than a distant dream.

“Incredible…” The Entity’s voice came from behind her, and Allison turned and faced him.

The Entity hovered about twenty feet away from her, staring beyond her with great distance in his eyes. Far behind him, she immediately noticed an enormous floating sphere of brilliant white light, stationary and surrounded by darkness. Great arcs of white rays shot out from the blinding center like shape-shifting spikes, embracing a slow moving crystal form. This frozen yet shifting burst of light had a unique depth to it however, and almost looked as if it existed behind the void surrounding it, like the very fabric of the enveloping blackness was ripped open, and as each arc of light stretched out it further pierced the darkness.

“That’s it…” Her own voice whispered in her head as her thoughts clicked, though she did not know why.

The Entity was positioned like a statue before her, the great shining light glowing behind him, dimming him to a partial silhouette, and he was looking down with a somber and contemplative expression on his shadowed face.

Her breath was like ice against her lips, “Where am I?” asked she, her words flowing out of her mouth like the purest of energy.

“A place that is your… omniconscious.” Breathed the shadowy mouth of the Entity. “Your great medium… your purest and most ever-consistent self. What lies in here is… who you are, undisputedly, and without influence. ”

His voice trails off and settles into a tone of introspection, seemingly speaking to himself as his eyes gained greater distance. Allison thought this to be eerily bizarre.

“We have come to the final plane of your present consciousness.” He rasped. “This… is the doorway… the portal of which you seek. We have skipped a large process for us to be here, and we’ve achieved much in this minute period of time. But how? You… you have released the boundaries some how, allowing us to progress thus far to the ultimate reaches of this realm. And now we find ourselves bound once again, and so close to our goal. The cause for this? I don’t know. But… do we really need a reason at this point…?”

The Entity then revolved his neck to look directly at the light behind him, and though Allison could not see his face, she knew it was a face of profound longing and anguish.

“So close…” the anguish could not be more evident in his voice. “I have waited too long to be here. I have spent entire lifetimes seeing those who are… more fortunate come and move on through this plane like it were never here! This dying place is toxic to the mind, and now that I behold this beautiful light before me, calling for me, I will not spend one more moment here with you.”

The Entity turned slowly to face Allison, his eyes wild and intense, sweat beads swelled over his pale face, and eyebrows twisted into bent arches that completed his maniacal expression. A terrible anticipation flooded over Allison as her heart jumped.

“Now, open it you bitch!” His voice was like acid and his teeth clenched tightly as his face shook terribly amongst his passion.

Allison stood horrified at the Entity’s wicked becoming, his presence so fierce and imposing that her breath froze and her muscles petrified. The Entity loomed forward and over her, his burning eyes scorching through her brittle resistance.

“Finish what you’ve started then!” He growled. “You’ve taken me this far, come now and I’ll make you see your final step!”

“Fear.” her own whispering voice exclaimed inside her head, and the great light before her appeared to grow brighter.

She feels a smothering force against her skin and suddenly every inch on her body constricts tightly and an unknown force grabs her and lifts her off of her feet. Dreadful anxiety engulfs her as she is lifted to the eye level of the Entity, who slowly hovers toward her with fiendish countenance.

The great light shining behind him suddenly pulsed with a bright charge, its rays flashing and piercing the surrounding darkness, “That’s it…” her voice rang in her head once more, and a split moment of clarity struck her amidst her emotional turmoil.

She floats mid-air, helplessly paralyzed as the advancing Entity cackles madly with wild bulging eyes of glistening red veins and teeth stretched in a freakish smile with thick saliva foaming at the lips. Allison felt her heart thrash about in her chest as her panted breathing tried to keep up with her racing blood. The Entity extends his scaly fingers toward her, and as he does a strange glowing green ribbon of light materializes from between his fingers and slowly glides outward toward Allison.

“You’ll never leave this place.” The Entity hissed at her with disdain. “I’ve been here far too long. I know this place far better than you ever could! And I can crush you as easy as I have placed you in my grasp.”

The light off in the distance pulsed again, and this time she noticed it grow larger. Another moment of peace fell into her, “Fear.” Her voice came through clearly inside her mind,

and for another split instant she felt as though she was in another place.

Her attention, however, was quickly intervened by the offending Entity. The panic inside her was almost unbearable; she thought if her life would not end, her sanity certainly would. Her fear reached new heights as the strange glowing ribbon of light came closer toward her. The Entity peered eagerly into her frightened eyes.

“Open yourself…” he spoke hypnotically with his slithery voice. “Open yourself to me, submit yourself to my will, give me what’s inside of you… give me the key within you… open yourself to me, and I will let you go…”

The glowing ribbon of green light grew brighter and started to expand in width as it drifted. And as her fear grew, so did the great white light grow behind the Entity.

“That’s it…” the white light flashed as her voice rang louder inside her head. The light heaved and grew larger, and a longer moment of clarity became Allison, “Fear.”

“Do it not…” the Entity went on menacingly, “and I will destroy you right here.”

Allison suddenly became aware of another glowing ribbon of light emerging from her chest, orange in color and slinking leisurely from out of her skin and slowly moving toward the other ribbon of light from the Entity. Her consciousness jumped as she realized the urgency of what was happening.

“Yes…” hissed the Entity as another smile crossed his grim face.

“That’s it…” Allison’s voice popped into her mind again as the great white light pulsed and expanded again, “Fear… That’s it...”

She was torn with bits and instants of clarity, Allison closes her eyes and tries to concentrate on these feelings, and the more she did just that, the more clear her thinking became, and she felt as though she could visualize the great white light growing in front of her clenched eyelids.

“That’s it… fear!” Her own voice shouted within her.

Allison opened her eyes and saw the ominous Entity grin with pleasure as the two emerging ribbons of light advanced on each other, the great white light in the distance was swirling and pulsating and growing.

“That’s it… fear…” she consciously said this time inside her mind, trying to figure its meaning. “That’s it, that’s it, fear, that’s it...”

Allison repeated the words in her head over and over as she concentrated. Suddenly she had a thought, as if she realized what it meant.

“Fear!” she exclaimed in her thoughts as she rejoiced their meaning. “That’s it! Fear! Fear is it!”

The slowly emerging light ribbon from her chest stops suddenly, and to the harsh dismay of the Entity. She remembered right then what the Entity had spoken about fear, she realized right then what he meant when he told her about her fear holding on to her; for she had realized right then and there that she is holding on to her fear right now, and suddenly she became fully conscious of how her fear is controlling her.
The white light silently bursts with an enormous charge of blinding luminance, and nearly doubles in size. A new feeling of realization trickles over her, subtly easing her mind of the emotions that had just dominated her thoughts. She felt a connection within herself, as if there were two distinct parts of her in two different places at once; one in fearful torture, and the other a serene harmony. Her mind felt clear, as though she could see and feel the truth around her through a shroud of darkness.
Feeling this liberating sensation inside of her, she looks down at her body with wonder and sees the glowing orange ribbon not only protruding out of her chest, but she noticed she could also see its roots inside of her; glowing strands stretched throughout the inside of her body like veins. She immediately understood the strange orange fibers as the fearful emotion she encountered inside what the Entity described to her as the “subconscious plane”. The more she thought about it, the more she seemed to be in touch with this new peaceful side of her, and the more she could feel the great white light growing larger and closer.

“Allison…” spoke the Entity with wavering confidence, but his voice trailed off into silence.

As he continued to talk, Allison found she could easily ignore him, and she continued to study herself in a ponderous state.
Her eyes followed the glowing strands of light as they coiled throughout her body, twisting about and branching off into new vein-like stems. She follows them around to the side of her, and as she does, she realizes where her eyes follow is not physically possible. Confused, Allison looks up, and to her astonishment, notices she is not where she just was, and then she sees that her body is actually a short distance away from her. She can see herself from a new angle, slightly behind and off to the side of the Entity, and saw her body floating paralyzed in mid-air with her terrified eyes locked with the Entity a few feet from her. She thought to herself that what happened had transpired so fluidly that she had barely noticed herself straying from her body, and for a moment deduced the conclusion that her mind had somehow wandered outside of it. Suddenly she becomes aware that she can still see and feel from the perspective of her floating body, along with the ever-present fear within, as well as this newly discovered viewpoint simultaneously. Her mind suddenly clicks; both her fearful and peaceful personas had now been divided into two separate and distinct perspectives. Yet she experienced her two selves as still being connected and interactive with each other.
She can see her fearful self vividly from her distance, and with rapt compassion, Allison peers into her own frightened eyes, and within sees the truth of her fear. Her eyes reflected a lifetime of apprehension, years of running from her own problems and turning her back to important decisions that compromised her cozy mind state. She feared and rejected any growth that meant change, and because of that destructive cycle throughout her years, she clung vehemently to her life as it slipped away with her dying breath.
Her fear had put her and kept her in this dark place, and she embraced the promise of this strange Entity here with her. She looked to him as a source of hope, and that he may hold the answers and be able to fix her nightmarish scenario. But all along it was her own fear that had kept her here. When her fear turned against itself, she lifted the self- composed boundaries of this plane, as her will suddenly strived to leave this very place which she had chosen for asylum. Then her thoughts became torn again amidst her internal struggle, and she had trapped herself once more under her fear. Now that she thought herself fearless, she realizes a part of her is still attached to this realm, even to the Entity.
The growing white light behind her pulsed and grew, and in her peripheral vision she could see its gigantic rays stretching out through the darkness. She focused her eyes on the Entity, and through her new realizations saw him purely as a harmful force against her. Her foresight of this stranger was hazed yet, but her comprehension of his destructive will filled her with true understanding, and as realization came her to, she found, with great ease, her ability to let go her fear of him. Gradually she felt his presence inside fade away, his grip on her weaken until she noticed she could not feel it at all. As she became aware of this, she realized she was not seeing from both perspectives any longer, and could feel no more the presence of her fearful self. Her floating body that was paralyzed in mid-air had disappeared, and with it the fear that the Entity had in his controlling grasp. And she stood as one person again, slightly elevated and at an angle behind the Entity.
The Entity stopped his motions, and slowly turned his head to look up at Allison. His bulging eyes were filled with fear and his lips were bent into a quivering frown. Allison loomed over him with supreme confidence and fearlessness, proud of her achievement over this enemy within.
She notices suddenly that the white light had spread all around her with its arcs of light stretching into the remainder of the darkness. She turns in the direction of where she first saw it, and was amazed to see that the brilliant white had replaced all of the surrounding blackness. She turns to the other side of her, and just in time to see the last of the darkness drown out completely by the blinding white radiance. Pure awareness of this floods inside of her as she realizes, in all forms of consciousness, the beauty that is her being and the freedom she had created for herself. She felt as if a great veil had been lifted, shedding the glow of pure enlightenment through the darkness and liberating her mind. Allison saw her surroundings now for what they truly were, and realized then that this place, all the smothering darkness, was nothing more than her scared consciousness, covering itself with a suffocating shroud of fear. A grain of space, outside of her body yet still within her mind.
Her gaze turned downward to the Entity, who was nothing more than a frail little man garbed in a tattered old hospital gown, his eyes returning a spiteful gaze of defeat and a sneer of disgust on his pale ugly face. Allison saw well beyond the exposure of his true image, she saw the truth within him. So lost in his own torturous existence he had forgotten where he had come from. He preys on the weak, lies to them, and uses them to his own gain, in hopes to finally find a way out of his own vile cycle of self-destruction. He had a plan for her, to use her to collect the crucial pieces inside of her with hopes of transcending far from this place. He intercepted her consciousness, brought her to this place outside of her flesh, and used her emotions to find out what he needed. She reached out to him in fear and embraced his lies and secretive plot to turn her into what he is, to use her until she was a ruin while he left her here for eternity. He tricked her into following him; he needed her trust in order to achieve success, to take what she had that he needed so badly. This entity would have almost succeeded, and it would all have been ultimately her decision, for she knew now that no one is forced into anything without first making a decision, at some level, to submit.
She decided right then that this entity invading her consciousness was no longer welcome, and with a single thought the pathetic soul before her vanished from her mind.
Allison stands, basking in her full awareness, delving into her last thought about her decisions, and realizes she can simply decide that she is ready to move forward. Naturally, in reaction to her will, she sees the way before her as the white radiant light begins to merge with her mind, as also her mind begins to merge with the light. The decision struck her as being so simple, she could scarcely believe that her state of mind was ever in such a shrouded place of darkness, she could not imagine she was once in that immature mind state not far behind her.
She closes her eyes, and feels herself blend into the light and become one. Her body feels as though it had melted together, becoming as liquid and dissolving gradually until there she had completely transcended, far away from this realm.

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The Continuing Adventures of Norway Ron

Tue, 30 May 2006 21:23:57 GMT

Norway Ron woke up to what sounded like the end of the world. He was dreaming of that kid that stabbed him a few years ago in...where was that? El Centro? Brawley? No, the gut. That little shit stabbed him in the gut. Funny. That dream doesn't even wake him up anymore. So what the hell did? A noise. Traffic. Cars. Usually Ron knows better than to sleep this close to the street. But the eucalyptus grove is a long way from that shitty bar he was in last night. Nice of those young guys to buy him a few rounds. Beer and pool. It'd been awhile...Ron chuckles to himself and scratches the whiteblonde growth on his jaw. He tries to make out some of the graffiti coloring the wall he's pissing on and his gaze slowly drops to the shiny hubcap rocking back and forth next to some orange peels and a used rubber. As the fog in his head begins to clear he realizes that this particular hubcap rolled over here as recently as 30 seconds ago. He feels along the wall until he is standing at the entrance to the alley hanging on to the security cage in front of a 'carneceria'. In the grey-blue light it all starts to come together. Groggy voices growing exponentially in exitement and number, drowning out the steady click - click - click coming from a ruined car. Spanish, English, Dog. Sirens in the distance. And a wreck. Damn, that looks like it was a nice ride a minute ago. Now it's good for nothing but shade. Sun's coming up. That girl on the ground doesn't look too good either. Probably a nice ride a minute ago...He stands there and watches the people swirling around him. How do people who live in this part of town afford cell phones? The sirens get louder and he thinks about that punk Ziggy and how he used to steal hubcaps for speed. Whatever happened to Ziggy?

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Mezuzah Soup

Don — Sun, 30 Apr 2006 23:09:43 GMT

t was Sunday morning in her kitchen and she was boisterous in that dozy kind of way you sometimes are after a good night out. Still drunk, thinking and talking in pop song rhythms, Bappa Mamma Bip, Mappa Bamma Boom, as she made the toast and brewed the tea. Meanwhile they're striking up the band in the distance with a muffled Halleluja Bip Bam Boo.

“You believe in God, Gerry?” No reply. “You believe in God?”

“I don’t even believe in Sunday!”

Alice had a flash picture of Little Bo Beep.

He stroked the back of her neck. She smelt cigarettes on his breath.

“Listen to them,” he whispered. Her spine tingled. “I mean just listen to that shit, all that cheap redemption crap. They’re all dead, like Sunday. The other lot too. Kneeling shoeless with their heads bowed towards Mecca.”

He walked to the window and shouted across the courtyard at Alamandera Mansions:

“Fifteen Quid on the Hashasheen’s nose and lose the lot. Like I did yesterday. That’s Mecca for you.”

She pulled away and went to pour the tea.

“I wish you wouldn’t gamble, Gerry. We needed that money.” There was a possibility of tears in her voice.

“There are those who kneel and there are those who deal,” he replied, rummaging in the fridge. “Anyway you can go out and get some more, can’t you? A bit later, maybe.” She layed a cup of tea in front of him on the worktop.

“You got any cigs, I’m out?"

“On the floor by the bed. Get me one too.”

He took two cigarettes from the packet, lit them and put the packet in his pocket. From her shoe, half hidden beneath the bed, he took two twenty pound notes and put those also into his pocket.

He passed her one of the cigarettes, took a long drag on the other and let the smoke sigh out.

“They’re out there Alice. They’re out there all right, waiting, keeping order in the courtyards and the squares, hustling for the muezzins, just as sure as those Jesus freaks can't hold a tune with their dead beat tambourines and bashed up trumpets.”

“What’s one of them, Gerry?”

“What?”

“A mue… whatever you call it.”

He smiled, swallowed a piece of dry toast and swigged a mouthful of tea: “Come here.”

He led her out to the hallway and the front door. “You see that? You know what that is? I’ll tell you. Before you came here, before the Bengalis arrived, these flats were mostly let to Jewish immigrants from Eastern Europe. They had… it was part of their religion – this voodoo, if you like – these little containers attached to their doorposts with small parchments inside inscribed with religious texts. Supposed to scare off evil spirits or something. Anyway, along came the Bengalis. They formed themselves into gangs and started roaming the estates at night, nicking all these little cases from the doors. They took them to their bosses, the muezzins, who broke them open, took out the parchments and made mezzuzah soup out of them, which they sold to the Christians from their corner shops. The soup put a hex on them and they all lost their faith and got drunk. The Jews got rich and moved to Golders Green, and the Bengalis took over the east end. Ethnic and religious cleansing by voodoo, got it?"

“You’re full of shit, Gerry.”

He laughed and left her standing in the hallway. She went back into her kitchen. Leaning across the draining board to fill the kettle again, she knocked a dirty glass with her elbow. It fell to the floor, shattering on impact.

Outside the sun had almost completely disappeared and soon it rained, rained all day. And the courtyards and walkways were quiet. She watched television, ate toast and drank tea.

Someone had seen her down Roman Road market with the bruises on her face. They told her sister.

“One day he’s going to kill her!"

She came round to the flat to find out what was going on.

“I’m worried about my sister, Gerry.”

But Gerry wouldn’t let her past the door.

“The house is infested with fleas,” he told her, “you know, since the dog ran off. Best stay away. Alice is fine, fell over that’s all.” Then back indoors with the smile again and the running of fingers through her hair, softly stroking on the nape of her neck.

“I could kill you Alice, if I wanted to, and no one would care.

Five dream people laughing in the early evening. Brandies and coke and sitting by the window at a table facing the bar. Alice in the doorway wearing the Ativan veil. Toni’s plunging neckline in the big bevelled mirror behind the bar. She wore a gold crucifix low hanging on a braided chain, which caught a spark on Gerry’s sovereign ring and relayed it back to the sleeper in her ear, completing a triangle. She fingered the chain as she spoke, smiling, rubbing her arm from time to time – a small insect bite there.

Strawberry Fields Forever and nothing forever no more. And the song kept revolving and repeating, like a carnival carousel, contradictions whispering in a thousand undervoices, sneering and squinting at Alice through the smoke and the mist like tacky coloured bulbs at a funfair. Everything deafened and blinded her: the bar buzz, the children screaming outside in the street, the devious pleasures and the false securities bubbling up through the brandy and the whisky and the vodka and the rum and the beer.

STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER…

And the song ended and the last notes echoed. Alice and the Ativan veil still in the doorway searching through the clamour for him…

And sometimes my head just spins, my mind is a city, a totalitarian state, an autarky whose economy depends on the currency of human secrets.

Then she found him and he heard the words and the secret was a secret no more.

"I don't want this," cried a torn voice that moments before had been loud and confident and laughing, before it sank and a blowsy jeer shaped shout loomed up in its place. "It's the same every time. Weak, lousy bastard!"

Then the torn voice groaning back to the surface. A twisted, ragged moan and the door slamming shut. Footsteps disappearing and the jeer shape shouting:

“Hey Gerry, don’t linger in the moonlight too long, there’s a hangdog moon out there tonight!”

“Moondog!”

“What?”

“Moondog! It’s called a moondog, when the clouds are over it that way.”

"Fck off!”

Leaning across the bar drooling over that slut, speaking his soft words to her. She couldn’t make out the words. So she poured some more vodka into her glass and emptied it then repeated the whole thing like Strawberry Fields Forever but she couldn’t taste it. The music boomed through the wall from the living room. The drink tasted of nothing and she couldn’t make out the words, couldn’t hear those words he stole from her and gave to Toni. But she followed the shapes his mouth made in the big mirror, watched as the sleeper in her ear flashed, its ricochet sparking a corona on his ring as he swept back his hair from his forehead. Her back in that mirror.

That cow.Don’t linger in the fcking moonlight. The phrase echoed in her head and no one was there to answer. So she swallowed some more pills and fixed another drink.

It was his indifference that hurt her more than anything. It felt like dying. Imagine a fear so intense as to make the sufferer too scared to face it.

She had always been frightened, since she was a little girl. Way back then when she first let the fear into her life. Now she embraced it. It had a space inside her, as if it were breath to her.

She sat half up in the bed smoking, her broken hair hard and ruined from too much hairspray. It had mixed with her sweat and then solidified during the course of the night. She stared at the room, at the bottle on the floor by the bed and her discarded underwear. She reached out, hoisted up the bottle and drank. Then she lit a cigarette, going over and over in her head what she’d say if he came back, thinking from time to time that she might get up and have a bath.

The nuns used to say that a body always sleeps sounder when freshly scrubbed.

She rose and pulled on her pair of green cotton cut-offs with the broken belt loops and the torn pocket. Pulled up the zipper, cigarette dangling. The smoke curled up into the air and commingled with the dust. The zipper trapped her hair and stung her slightly. A notion of a song in the sunlight lightly brushed her breasts with its beam and made her think of softness, softness like a glow that is gently warming yet unsure in a cute kind of way, like a baby’s first smile: a baby like Gerry maybe, or a little Alice made of her trickle and his juice.

The photographs in an old National Geographic in Dr Leahy’s waiting room brought back something like memory to her. Leafing through its pages she recalled a child’s fingers and they became her own.

She posed in the mirror, head back swooning gently, brushing the hair back from her forehead, her eyes sinking back through teenage and misty, through the smiling lines, through the frost on the mirror, hair tingling at the middle of her back. She fingered her small, neat breasts with their brown nipples. The dark hair beneath her belly peeked out above the half fastened zipper.

When the bump gets bigger will she still be able to see that?

She sighed. Her breasts sighed, like the African women from the magazines, now trapped forever behind her eyes, spent, sucked dry and desperate.

Disqualified from life.

Hopelessly drowning in mezuzah soup.

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New Here

ModottiManifesto — Thu, 02 Mar 2006 07:03:49 GMT

Hi, I was browsing the poetry sites (so many) and liked one that I joined and this one caught my attention, so joined it. The 'rebellion' caught my eye. I'm not a poet per se, though I write poetry. I don't have that much knowledge of form and what is deemed creative and what not, and frankly, don't care. Its like art, I work in textile art and though I do read art theory, I don't base my work on it. Anyhow I posted this on the other poetry site and will post here, its meant as a message of an issue that I feel strongly about. There is so much discourse on what is proper and acceptable poetry and art when in many regions of the world people, particularly womyn, are butchered for simply speaking the truth, the realities of their oppression. It is for this reason I write and paint (thread paint) and that reason alone.

original post, will share here:

I occasionally write poetry but I wouldn't say I am a poet. I do write on women's human right issues [worldwide issues] and often it can be depressing, the research, the news I receive from various organizations and NGOs, etcetera. Writing was not my major and I must admit the use of words for me is a task and I have to rely on a thesaurus and dictionary when I write for the organizations. My writing is definately rural and by some definitions underclass. This used to bother me but I decided that to assimilate into something I am not is a falsehood and that though the words may not be as academic or eloquent, they are flesh and blood all the same.

So anyhow, I wrote this poem in dedication to a woman poet who was murdered not too long ago in Afghanistan for her writing on the realities of the brutal treatment of womyn though they were promised liberation after the US and the Shites overthrew the Taliban. Liberation has not been the case however and daily hundreds of womyn in Afghanistan torch themselves to death. Its not uncommon to see womyn lined up in burn centers that have immolated themselves and not entirely succeeded.

This poem is dedicated to her and to the voices of all womyn who struggle to be validated in a world where the judging of word merit has been defined by the practictioners of the male elite. (exceptions of course)

"The Words"

He dismembered it
knifed them to shreds with his contempt
of my kind.

Foolishly I abnegate
my words with his in precise measurements
of his kind.

Hollow empty they are
undressed of intrinsic matter, of origin
of my kind.

Reads like violence
virulent like frozen marrow of bone
of his kind.

The word in her died
he killed it with his contempt
of her kind.

And there was no resurrection.

[written Dec 4, 2005]

ModottiManifesto

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Overture to a tribesite

heatherlovatt — Fri, 02 Sep 2005 17:15:03 GMT

see the world through different eyes
not one of love or one despised
i will not chasten or disguise
all the feelings that lie within
my skin

and I rise and rumble
through the trees
the world's a tumble, do as you please
but I will not stumble, life is not grim
if you choose, never lose, to see
the world through different eyes
one
two
me

+++

hello. I'm me. Feel free to be you.

Heather, writer, happy, serious about writing

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white drops

RebeccaRose — Sat, 25 Jun 2005 07:36:07 GMT

orange haired pasty scalped
momma's got his
family bursting from
her seeded hips

who is not me

he coulda
sprung those white drops
into my open cup instead
a succubus for the hard booms
of his liquid kissed skin

but when under his
wide whirl of wetness

i gasped, thighs folding,
go slow go slow
now stop.

Stop.

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spring wake

RebeccaRose — Wed, 01 Jun 2005 17:15:56 GMT

today I pick a larkspur
(prairie purple with little petals)
sun tumbling over flower-skin,
little beady mists suspended

then, a tower-pine maestro
waves branch-wand
to the clump of feather-tweeters
on its twiggy shoulders, shaking

my woolen socks fling
from whitened toes
flagging wind bits
up my knee,
happy trail, up
pausing at my breastbone
(with heart still in hybernation)
yelling: wake up
wake up

melted tear streams erode
liquefy aged stone-center
and im finally hungry for
breakfast

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finally wrote something

arize — Mon, 30 May 2005 03:49:32 GMT

i kinda lurk here cause i haven't written much lately.
the ......'s are cause of tribe's inability to put spaces or tabs in the text. try to pretend they are invisible. (yeah right!) :)

desert in my water

that yellow heat of his sand
......dry grit
......mirage

ancient history ripples up his cliffs,
......his eroding mountains
................(once there were great sea beds here)

comforts only a few cacti
......and lizards
..........(I have always loved lizards
......................lean & strong
......................slither
............................stealth
....................................wisdom)

that black heat of his lava beds
......fierce sun, big island
time almost frozen
......in waves of the earth born again

dry stone pouring
................so slowly
......................into ocean
......where finally
he
might
rest
......................desert..........in my water

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Alone

RebeccaRose — Mon, 30 May 2005 16:31:00 GMT

Alone
perched across
from me squatting

I lay on my bed
twisting tangled hair
(drooling at practical fantasies:
eating breakfast naked
with some stimulated cuddler
pancake syrup sticking
licking from the behinds of ears)

sigh.
maybe the new neighbor's
bulgy triceps and soft
step wanna
take a mountain drive to park
by the the rope swing
hovering over the Madison
River, hurl into glacier runoff
and frictionate eachother’s
hands on twining legs on
mouths on slippery
iced chest grasping
for heat, as heat.

Alone banged her bursting
fists against hardened chest
chanting ugh ugh
don’t you DARE
said alone (ugh ugh)
who will sit and watch you
salivate crustily
over something you've put
frills on simply because
it's not wrapped
achingly slave-ishly
around your ring finger
who will shade your eyes
when the glancing moment into Lovers'
lashes shows two daughters
(one blonde, one brunette
two and five ,one has a burning
scuff on her left knee
crying ‘daddy daddy’
Lover cups little Gloria and
you are sappily greatful as
meadow larks chirp chipperly
in the Perfect Spring seventy degrees)

who will stop Lover from lashing
whining envying annoying
in your moments away
(hurling words onto paper
for the safety of all.
if you didn’t, you would be
surely imprisoned for
attempted or successful
murderous pissiness) ?

i will. i said to the gorilla eating my
popcorn psyche, a spectator of ache,
clapping at each nonreached goal

i will. i barked.
now here. eat your breakfast outside today.
I have company.

ugh. said Alone.
i fear Im gonna have to
move out soon. grrr.
she waddled outside
pouting

well, how about you come visit
every once in a while, i affectionately
chimed

hmmm maybe
said Alone
eyeballing a peculiar
young lass
tears on tissues walking
sighing
for she and Lover had just
decided to take some
space

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I am back

dangerousdon — Fri, 05 Nov 2004 19:02:46 GMT

Sorry for not being here. I got in one of my moods where all I wanted to do was play video games and...well I don't really want to say the other thing. But I am back and i wanted to try something out and see what you guys thought. So here is what I have I think I will call it something like "Hypocrisy"

Silly saints all rolled up in tube tops start dancing in the recesses of my head
With the tire irons of visual masturbation and fragments of imagery loss
I exploit all avenues of the celestial karma that aggravates my canker sore
Why god are you ignoring me
And why have you punished me for the evil things I have done
I hate my life
I hate this fucking shit hole
My god I even hate you.
Should I ask for forgiveness?
Should I ignore the truth?
I find myself dangling between precipices
And hope that I get crushed by something bigger than myself
Fuck the Army
Fuck the Marine Corps
And fuck all those relatives that want to see me on the holidays
I hate my friend that sucks the emotion out of me
I feel sometimes that drowning in a pool of my own vomit is the glorious way to go

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SO I DO

jimjimblund — Wed, 25 May 2005 17:40:27 GMT

DAMN DRUNK DANCING FUNKLOVE DE MATHILDE
CRACHHsH THE TXTS TO BRACKENWOOORT FLAFF.
COFFE SEEM READy EAT THE CUP DRUMMERBOY
EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT-
DREAMS ARE TRU RELIGION AND
NO ONE KAN KAUGHT ZE TRUTHH SH
SONGING A SINGING DRUMMERBOY DRUMS POP POP POP
D'DUNK PA'PAH BLONCH
'LOVE IS IN THE AIR' THE TERRIBLE 70S HERNANDEZ
OVER AND OVER-JUST THE REFRAIN-
"LOVE IS IN THE AIR, EVERY
TIME YOU LOOK AROUND" 70S IS
SADLY NOT HERE AND LOVE IS LEAVING-
WATER -AM I THINKING WATER OR JUST
DROWNING.

LOVE

jimjiblund (stole BlackSmurf Mcbeatnix cAp of dribble and forced it on u)

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lyric on hand

droppingscrews — Wed, 27 Apr 2005 22:02:00 GMT

haven't tossed to you guys in a bit
***

I don’t like putting lyrics flat
on the palm of my hand

What if my fingers weren’t taken away
clip five tongues from their knuckles
so unfair to leave a man, writing from reflex
unpolished, for shame moo, moo moo
But Bobbing is the way I do this
nut to nut
wet rubber on your souls so cross river
run bells in white water
hop touch’em river rocks.
Smash skills of verbishocide
smooth like a powder
lets be pharmaceutical
cake it on the land o lakes towalk dry and keep ya Velcro kicks clean
don’t I want footsteps on white linoleum ?
no just, posh like cats posh where you lay your roads
and you’ll drag a bound language, past your shoulder
a brick through the wilderness

from breathe to spit
cough to huck and suck in the lip, catch your breath
catch it run-
hot punning away
catch it run-
dropping day glow glyghs from the anus but
leaving a message for the people to decipher
to call you fagot by the book
a populace kicks ribs in on discussion
“smart asses get stomped, fagot
so learn me another one.”

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A new poem by a new girl.

Alexandra — Tue, 11 Jan 2005 18:05:22 GMT

Hey, it seems pretty dead in here, but I thought I'd just post this anyway. I guess that the peeps in here really overlap with Poetry Writting (sic)? So I'l only post it here. Hey I just joined these two tribes--are there more active ones, and that don't have drama?! That whole fight on the Poetry Writting tribe was crazy. Anyway, hope everyone here is doing well.

The Frame Disappeared Me

Getting bitten.
I'm scared, I'm dancing on electricity.
The breaking of the skin,
that a puncture awaits me every evening
and this little bit
of sceptre, powerful
piece of pencil, miraculous paperclip,
the magic in this peanut shell
could ignite the soft white gunpowder of my bones and recharge a heap of me.
That this could be.

That I may instead
blow from the shell
and ash and flutter
upon street and
cement sidewalk
and emulsify on someone's upper lip--
this occurs to me also.

Could this work backwards?

could i instead shrink this time?

i can see my body
back away
from the mirror
in the long rectangle of it
i can sssee
ssee
see
se
s

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