/and the sea was a radiant dark plain dotted with breath/
still mirror, rung by lily
/and the sky shone as the ageless terra rose/
here begins the cascade.
i used to tell people there were ethical issues in spreading the englisch word, because i do not feel comfortable either with pretentions to be an emotive tool or imposing unnecessary choices--i have trouble enough making my own. and then i read [the xenocide], and found i was thinking like the xenobiologists.
stars tonight, silhouettes, and the bus ride home from kafar suseh, thought: the facial expressions, set phrases, the bodily constructions we set to form, when adopting roles. these were not set since forever, these were socialized into us by avenging culture...to break these, then, to form an older (newer) mold, but is near to impossible when it does not matter in the first place because others' eyes will see only what they impose. to work for yourself? only when society is only you, to be effective there needs to be a median, golden tightrope.
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Here starts the picture-flow. This is Damascus's Umayyad Mosque, about which there is a warm and fuzzy picture [here].
Speaking of which site, the [protest] no one knew of in the West.
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Booklists coming, but for now, [Janosch] is my favourite children's author (we're all children).
