If You Had A Penis Growing From Your Elbow, You'd Probably Want To Cut It Off... The first time I ever touched someone else’s breasts, it was like discovering the seven wonders of the sexual world. The great pyramid of “God this shit is awesome.” Sometimes people ask me when I knew I was queer. I’m pretty sure I knew before I touched the boob, but after the boob, oh after the boob, everything was made clear to me. One boob, two boob, big boob, small boob to hold them in my hands or mouth or feel them pressed against my chest. I am a certified boob enthusiast! I love the back arch, the small sigh. Sometimes people ask me when I knew I was transgender. My body is something I can only love from afar, a mistress I can only caress in secret; it is death by way of choking. I tell myself that top surgery is expensive; it’s dangerous, the backaches from binding aren’t really all that bad. And I don’t want to hate my body for this. My best friend asks me why I want top surgery, a voluntary double mastectomy. these days, I can only love my chest like a good cry.
Philip K. Dick, Sci-Fi Philosopher, Part 3 The Stone is a forum for contemporary philosophers and other thinkers on issues both timely and timeless. This is the third in a three-part series. Part 3: Adventures in the Dream Factory In the previous post, we looked at Philip K. Dick’s intellectual and philosophical ties to the early Gnostics. Philip K. Leif Parsons Dick’s gnosticism also allows us to see in a new light what is the existentially toughest teaching of traditional Christianity: that sin lies within us in the form of original sin. On the gnostical view, once we see the wicked world for what it is, we can step back and rediscover our essential goodness, the divine spark within us, our purity, our authenticity. Aside from “The Matrix” trilogy and the direct movie adaptations of Dick’s fiction, there are strong gnostical themes in the two most recent movies of the Danish film writer and director Lars von Trier. Dick’s gnosticism can enable us to understand the paranoid style of American politics.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after research by Abigail Van Buren, a newspaper columnist.[1] Full text[edit] Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on the snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. Origins[edit] Mary Frye, who was living in Baltimore at the time, wrote the poem in 1932. Mary Frye circulated the poem privately, never publishing or copyrighting it. The poem was introduced to many in Britain when it was read by the father of a soldier killed by a bomb in Northern Ireland. BBC poll[edit] ... Rocky J.
Obama campaign ads: How the Analyst Institute is helping him hone his message Two weeks ago, top Obama campaign advisers Jim Messina and David Axelrod announced a $25 million national television buy, a figure rightfully acknowledged with a sense of wonder, given that there were still six months to go before Election Day. But anyone waiting for coast-to-coast shock-and awe must be disappointed. The ads have rolled out at a desultory trickle: a nine-state buy for a 60-second overview of Obama’s first-term successes; a Spanish-language health-care ad running in Florida and another in English about higher-education costs appearing there and in Nevada; and a long ad about Bain Capital that reportedly cost less than $100,000 to place in markets across five states. In other words, the Obama team has broken nearly every piece of received wisdom that media consultants like to offer about the intensity and duration necessary for television ads to be successful in the modern era. Illustration by Robert Donnelly. This campaign is a different story.
Still I Rise | Academy of American Poets Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928. She grew up in St. Louis and Stamps, Arkansas. She was an author, poet, historian, songwriter, playwright, dancer, stage and screen producer, director, performer, singer, and civil rights activist. She was best known for her autobiographical books: Mom & Me & Mom (Random House, 2013); Letter to My Daughter (2008); All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes (1986); The Heart of a Woman (1981); Singin’ and Swingin’ and Gettin’ Merry Like Christmas (1976); Gather Together in My Name (1974); and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), which was nominated for the National Book Award. Among her volumes of poetry are A Brave and Startling Truth (Random House, 1995); The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (1994); Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now (1993); Now Sheba Sings the Song (1987); I Shall Not Be Moved (1990); Shaker, Why Don’t You Sing? In 1959, at the request of Dr.
Literary Revolution in the Supermarket Aisle: Genre Fiction Is Disruptive Technology (Lev Grossman writes about books here on Wednesdays. Subscribe to his RSS feed.) This post is by way of a reply to Arthur Krystal’s “Easy Writers,” a thoroughly thought-provoking piece about the relationship between genre fiction and literary fiction that ran in the New Yorker this week. [I want to be clear, by the way, that this is a response in the sense of a (probably one-sided) critical conversation. What Krystal does in “Easy Writers” is introduce the idea that the distinction between genre fiction and literary fiction has, of late, gotten less clear. (MORE: The Year in Novels So Far) Like a good detective, Krystal heads into this disorderly situation, critical flashlight in hand, examines the evidence, and essentially concludes that the Old Order still stands: literary fiction and genre fiction are in fact distinct, and should be, and the former is generally superior to the latter. Personally, I think the situation is more complicated than Krystal makes it out to be.
Chaos poem. [Journal of the Simplified Spelling Society, 1994/2 pp27-30 later designated J17] Introduced by Chris Upward A number of readers have been urging republication of The Chaos, the well-known versified catalogue of English spelling irregularities. The SSS Newsletter [later designated J3] carried an incomplete, rather rough version in the summer of 1986 (pp.17-21) under the heading 'Author Unknown', with a parallel transcription into an early form of Cut Spelling. Since then a stream of further information and textual variants has come our way, culminating in 1993-94 with the most complete and authoritative version ever likely to emerge. Our stuttering progress towards the present version is of interest, as it testifies to the poem's continuing international impact. As he could not find out his whereabouts, the author presents his warmest thanks, should the latter happen to read this book". Three contributions in 1993-94 then largely filled in the gaps in the picture. Gerard Nolst Trenité.
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Button Poetry - Neil Hilborn - "Joey" Francis Fukuyama Yoshihiro Francis Fukuyama (born October 27, 1952) is an American political scientist, political economist, and author. Fukuyama is best known for his book The End of History and the Last Man (1992), which argued that the worldwide spread of liberal democracies and free market capitalism of the West and its lifestyle may signal the end point of humanity's sociocultural evolution and become the final form of human government. However, his subsequent book Trust: Social Virtues and Creation of Prosperity (1995) modified his earlier position to acknowledge that culture cannot be cleanly separated from economics. Fukuyama has been a Senior Fellow at the Center on Democracy, Development and the Rule of Law at Stanford University since July 2010.[4] Before that, he served as a professor and director of the International Development program at the School of Advanced International Studies of the Johns Hopkins University. Early life[edit] Education[edit] Writings[edit] Neoconservatism[edit]