"She's made of small parts, of metal, and plastic, of things none of them human, do you understand that?" I do, I know the argument, humans are being phased out, it all started long ago. And, now, it's difficult to work out the difference, to know who's "real", and what isn't. Our reality has … Continue reading Ex Machina
Geometry
Jester #5words
Inspired by the Secret Keeper's weekly writing prompt #103 Still in the black, dawn not so far away, the last dream hoists its sail - and, I, forever the jester the fuse of your nights, the white noise of your world... Picture: Charles Baudelaire by Felix Nadar, 1855, via afrouiafroui.tumblr.com
Infinite #WinterThoughts
What is time? Only propositions have sense; only in the nexus of a proposition does a name have meaning. ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus (1921), 3.3 We live surrounded by symbols. In this city, where you and I dream, love, walk and invent new causes to believe, infinity lives through their immortality. The ghosts have … Continue reading Infinite #WinterThoughts
X #AtoZAprilChallenge
nascent love like – the new moon turns its face away Beginnings glow, and often fail to spark much longer. When we met we knew a few things, that experience was not measured in promiscuity, that love is for most of us a mirage, that looks and bodies change – over time – and “bien … Continue reading X #AtoZAprilChallenge
Trinken #AtoZAprilChallenge
It is a threat, and a pleasure, perhaps the most pernicious risk to mankind since the Black Death… Yet, how could we give up those marvels of nature, human skills and poetic evocations? Just think: from the Old World to the New, Pino Grigio, Montbasillac, Saint-Emilion, Burgundy, Champagne, the marvellous Australians, the North-Californians, the Cahors, the sunshine from … Continue reading Trinken #AtoZAprilChallenge
#FiveSentenceFiction: Bubbles
In the silent house she sits, and thinks of you, writes a letter - which you will never receive. Long ago you met, and you loved, in the silent house - and then you left. Her, in her poor, wounded heart, she cannot leave - she lives in the bubbles of her memories, for you … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Bubbles
#AtoZChallenge2015: Orthogonal
The word orthogonal conjures up memories of wonderful maths classes, many years ago, as well as more obscure readings, much later, of absconse topological subjects. Geometry was one of the great pleasures of my youth: yes, we are all different! I quote from: Barile, Margherita. "Orthogonal." From MathWorld--A Wolfram Web Resource, created by Eric W. Weisstein. http://mathworld.wolfram.com/Orthogonal.html "In elementary … Continue reading #AtoZChallenge2015: Orthogonal
Of Glass & Paper 