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On Story and Literature

knocking on heaven’s door

there was a trail of notes, one note for every address she had been forced to leave behind. the note for every new address was also soon lost, or maybe thrown away, right after she left her latest makeshift shelter behind, some place or another, where she had been...

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Marilynne’s Home on My Mind

Whether struck by wonder or the inexplicable, there is always the question why, and how. Some may be more or less inclined to bother with neither the why nor the how; some may submit to the incomprehensible, the fear, the massive weight upon one’s shoulders, not knowing how, or...

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Changing of the Seasons

This one woman that I know, turned fifty. In the middle of a rather bleak and rainy December, she rushed from work to a restaurant, expecting to meet up with her trustworthy musketeers, for a quiet celebration. But she was met by something quite different, a band of some...

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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 simply skimming through it)....

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vivunt spe intelligence

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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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 have come to cherish those...

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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 makes you weep. Neither does it prevent the storyteller from telling stories that...

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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 present one knows is the best of them all,...

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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 right to speak, denied the...

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À propos Autumn and There but for The

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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