Dare to believe in the truth of fearless storytelling

Inspired by #12

Mockingbird tells the truth By some (alright, maybe close to millions) deemed an epic story – albeit with the initial appearance of being as a nostalgic, maybe fictional, childhood memoir – it still took me years before I considered investing time to explore To Kill a Mockingbird (i.e. not...

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Inspired by #11

vivunt spe Intelligence. How to measure it. How to identify it. That is the question. I have come to believe currently applied modes of measuring this elusive aspect of our minds, ourselves, our bodies may, in many ways, be seriously flawed. For one, I am quite doubtful of current...

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Inspired by #10

by grace of some god Rarely do I come across literary works where the act of reading is affected by an immense fear of missing out, a fear of reading too fast, a fear of not giving the story in my lap the attention it clearly deserves. But I...

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Inspired by #9

Regarding l’Analphabète Being clear and concise is one of the most challenging principles in writing. But do not mistake this to be a constricting principle, one that prevents the poet from writing poetry that expands your visions or make you week. Neither does it prevent the storyteller from telling...

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Inspired by #8

In the magic and painfully real words of Winter I lack the words that would make Ali Smith’s latest project of the seasons’ justice. I have now finished Winter that I picked up at Daunt books many months ago, but left unread, treating it like the kind of Christmas...

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Inspired by #7

Juno, the screenplay extraordinaire With some precious time to spare, I got the opportunity to analyze the lauded film Juno, or rather its screenplay, written by the infamous (or whatever) Diabolo Cody. The film itself is narrated and acted out by the most perfect cast, as well as being...

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Inspired by #6

About being lost in Naples Adam constructs Eve, forces her – by definition – to conform to his conditions, and so constricts her movement, development and existence. She is denied the most fundamental of rights, in every possible way. She is denied her the right to become, denied he...

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Inspired by #5

Soon after I finish reading any of those accomplishments, there is no solid memory of them left within, no specific words in strings attached remembered. Still, these written pieces of artefacts don’t leave me be, are gotten under my skin, into my heart. And I am changed. Or maybe,...

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inspired by #4

Our train whines its tracks downwards, and our faces are near-blinded by a glorious, soon to be blood-orange, sun setting into the Mediterranean Sea, just west of the island those Greeks referred to as the île de beauté (in ancient Greek, of course). And just like that, I am struck...

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inspired by #3

Maybe some famous poet told you. Paint, and you will never be alone. No. You knew, even before there were words. You knew, even if no one saw what your eyes could see. When your hand reached for that pencil, or a brush of colour you trusted it more than...

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